Language is not made to be believed but to be obeyed, and to compel obedience newspapers, news, proceed … - Gilles Deleuze

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Gilles Deleuze

Language is not made to be believed but to be obeyed, and to compel obedience newspapers, news, proceed by redundancy, in that they tell us what we ‘must’ think, retain, expect, etc. language is neither informational nor communicational. It is not the communication of information but something quite different: the transmission of order-words, either from one statement to another or within each statement, insofar as each statement accomplishes an act and the act is accomplished in the statement

Communication, Communicational, Order, Proceed, Thinking, Transmission

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The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.

People, Right, Saying, Silence, Solitude, Thing

A concept is a brick. It can be used to build a courthouse of reason. Or it can be thrown through the window.

Inspirational, Freedom, Philosophy, Window, Reason, Thrown

A creator is someone who creates their own impossibilities, and thereby creates possibilities.

Possibility, Creator, Impossibility, Thereby, Creates

To become imperceptible oneself, to have dismantled love in order to become capable of loving. To have dismantled one's self in order finally to be alone and meet the true double at the other end of the line. A clandestine passenger on a motionless voyage. To become like everybody else; but this, precisely, is a becoming only for one who knows how to be nobody, to no longer be anybody. To paint oneself gray on gray.

Self, Order, Lines, Clandestine, Love, True

Write, form a rhizome, increase your territory by deterritorialization, extend the line of flight to the point where it becomes an abstract machine covering the entire plane of consistency.

Writing, Poetry, Consistency, Machine, Extend, Covering