Roland Barthes Quotes
In this manner, we are told, the system of the imaginary is spread circularly, by detours and returns the length of an empty subject.
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
Don’t bleach language, savour it instead. Stroke it gently or even groom it, but don’t “purify” it.
The (i)studium(i) is ultimately always coded, the (i)punctum is not)...
To make someone wait: the constant prerogative of all power, "age-old pastime of humanity".