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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

Roland Barthes

Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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Fear Photography Scare Thinking
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
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Desire Fingers Language Myself Skin Tremble Word
To whom could I put this question (with any hope of an answer)? Does being able to live without someone you loved mean you loved her less than you thought?
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Answer Hope Love Myself Question Yourself
Great portrait photographers are great mythologists.
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Fantasy Greatness Mythology Photography
Is not the most erotic part of the body wherever the clothing affords a glimpse?
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Afford Appearance Body Erotic Glimpse
We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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Forget Ourselves Settle
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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Born Cost Death Reading
I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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I Love You Myself Removal
Every new Fashion is a refusal to inherit, a subversion against the oppression of the preceding Fashion; Fashion experiences itself as a Right, the natural right of the present over the past.
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Experience Fashion Past Present Refusal
To eat steak rare represents both a nature and a morality.
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Food Moral Rare Representation
The text you write must prove to me that it desires me. This proof exists: it is writing. Writing is: the science of the various blisses of language, its Kama Sutra (this science has but one treatise: writing itself).
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Bliss Desire Language Oneself Science Writing
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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Myself Painting Reality See
The art of living has no history: it does not evolve: the pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.
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Art History Live Mutation Pleasure
Thus every writer’s motto reads: mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am.
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Design Myself Reading Writing
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Confession Inflexion Lying
A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
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Invisible Photograph See

The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

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