The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
ROLAND BARTHESTelevision doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.
More Roland Barthes Quotes
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We don’t forget, but something vacant settles in us.
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The politician being interviewed clearly takes a great deal of trouble to imagine an ending to his sentence: and if he stopped short? His entire policy would be jeopardized!
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Ultimately, Photography is subversive, not when it frightens, repels, or even stigmatizes, but when it is pensive, when it thinks.
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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 realists do not take the photograph for a ‘copy’ of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.
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Don’t say mourning. It’s too psychoanalytic. I’m not mourning. I’m suffering.
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We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
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One must turn the tongue seven times in the mouth before speaking.
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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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I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.
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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
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The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.
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I cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).
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The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
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To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
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