Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
ROLAND BARTHESLanguage is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it’s been pretty fun.
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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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Language is neither reactionary nor progressive; it is quite simply fascist; for fascism does not prevent speech, it compels speech.
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This endured absence is nothing more or less than forgetfulness. I am, intermittently, unfaithful. This is the condition of my survival.
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How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
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The Ventoux is a god of Evil, to which sacrifices must be made. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering.
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Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
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Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language – the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.
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Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?
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The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love (the other), to know that writing compensates for nothing, sublimates nothing, that it is precisely there where you are not–this is the beginning of writing.
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