The petit-bourgeois is a man unable to imagine the Other. If he comes face to face with him, … - Roland Barthes

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All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.

Roland Barthes

The petit-bourgeois is a man unable to imagine the Other. If he comes face to face with him, he blinds himself, ignores and denies him, or else transforms him into himself.

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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.

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The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.

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Painting can feign reality without having seen it.

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Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.

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. . . language is never innocent.

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I love Marcel Proust, but I leave him to his nostalgia. I don't approach art the way most people do. I don't get into Proust by imagining that I am Charlus or whoever. It's the same thing in painting - I try to look at it objectively. There's no pathos in that. It's like Bach's "Goldberg Variations. " They have to be approached with a scalpel.

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