The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power.
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
Every exploration is an appropriation.
The Text is plural. Which is not simply to say that it has several meanings, but that it accomplishes the very plural of meaning: an irreducible (and not merely an acceptable) plural. The Text is not a co-existence of meanings but a passage, an overcrossing; thus it answers not to an interpretation, even a liberal one, but to an explosion, a dissemination.
Literature is the question minus the answer.
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.
The author enters into his own death, writing begins.
We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.
...language is never innocent.
Every photograph is a certificate of presence.
Language is legislation, speech is its code. We do not see the power which is in speech because we forget that all speech is a classification, and that all classifications are oppressive.
Where you are tender, you speak your plural.
Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
The Text is not a definitive object.
We don't forget, but something vacant settles in us.
Is the scene always visual? It can be aural, the frame can be linguistic: I can fall in love with a sentence spoken to me: and not only because it says something which manages to touch my desire, but because of its syntactical turn (framing), which will inhabit me like a memory.
A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
The photographic image... is a message without a code.
Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
Man does not exist prior to language, either as a species or as an individual.
The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, which was there, proceed radiations which ultimately touch me, who am here; the duration of the transmission is insignificant; the photograph of the missing being, as Sontag says, will touch me like the delayed rays of a star.
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