He who reads a story only once is condemned to read the same story his whole life.
ROLAND BARTHESI call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
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I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
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Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
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A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
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Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
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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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The book creates meaning, the meaning creates life.
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A paradox: the same century invented history and photography. But history is a memory fabricated according to positive formulas, a pure intellectual discourse which abolishes mythic time; and the photograph is a certain but fugitive testimony.
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The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.
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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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New York is a city of geometric heights, a petrified desert of grids and lattices, an inferno of greenish abstraction under a flat sky, a real Metropolis from which man is absent by his very accumulation.
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Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions.
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The photographer, like an acrobat, must defy the laws of probability or even of possibility; at the limit, he must defy those of the interesting: the photograph becomes surprising when we do not know why it has been taken.
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The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory (like Werther).
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Physically, the Ventoux is dreadful. Bald, it’s the spirit of Dry: Its climate (it is much more an essence of climate than a geographic place) makes it a damned terrain, a testing place for heroes, something like a higher hell.
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