I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.
Above all, do not attempt to be exhaustive.
Each of us has his own rhythm of suffering.
As soon as someone dies, frenzied construction of the future (shifting furniture, etc.): futuromania.
The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.
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.
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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...?
Flaubert had infinite correction to perform.
A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
…This singular reversal may perhaps proceed from the fact that for us the subject (since Christianity) is the one who suffers: where there is a wound, there is a subject: die Wunde! die Wunde! says Pa...
If I like a photograph, if it disturbs me, I linger over it. What am I doing, during the whole times I remain with it? I look at it, I scrutinize it, as if I wanted to know more about the thing or the...
Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.
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.