What the public wants is the image of passion, not passion itself.
Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.
The photographic image ... is a message without a code.
Literature is the question minus the answer.
There are people who think that wrestling is an ignoble sport. Wrestling is not sport, it is a spectacle, and it is no more ignoble to attend a wrestled performance of suffering than a performance of the sorrows of Arnolphe or Andromaque.
There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.
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.
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.
What I claim is to live to the full the contradiction of my time, which may well make sarcasm the condition of truth.
This is a perfect world I'm riding on an incline I'm staring in your face You'll photograph mine
Myth is neither a lie nor a confession: it is an inflexion.
The lover who does not forget sometimes dies from excess, fatigue, and the strain of memory.