Quotes About Subjectivity

A certificate tells me that I was born. I repudiate this certificate: I am not a poet, but a poem. A poem that is being written, even if it looks like a subject.

Il n'y a pas de rapport sexuel.

From an analytic point of view, the only thing one can be guilty of is having given ground relative to one's desire (Seminar 7, 319)

dôležitejší je fakt, že ke? sa láska zmocní ?loveka - nechcem poveda? hocijaká láska, hovorím o láske k Bohu a k blížnemu, - celú subjektivitu o?is?uje, a tým o?is?uje aj prame? tvorby.

Books contain nothing, or almost nothing, that's important: everything is in the mind of the person reading them.' If you were trying to find an idiotic remark, that one took the cake!

Te voici Sujette à la Mort Etale ton Bien sur le Sol Poches, lettres, photos, paroles, Te voici Sujet en ta Mort. Te voici Corps perdant tout Corps Perdant tes lèvres, tes paroles, Chevelure noire du sol Au bord d'une Mort sans rebord. Ici le présent retenu Que tu ne tiendras pas, que tu Laisses continuer sa cible. Là ma mémoire sans projet Sans impossibles, sans possibles, Dont ta Mort est l'autre Sujet.

I don't photograph anything I don't like. I do the flowers, I don't do the weeds.

It's the sad thing about entertainment, it's not always about who is the best.

Well, you know what they say: One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter.

It wasn't her fault. It wasn't my fault. But nothing could change the fact that where she saw beautiful flowers I saw sorrow and bitterness.

You shouldn't say it is not good. You should say, you do not like it and then, you know, you're perfectly safe.

Ethics and aesthetics are one.

THE FATHER: But don't you see that the whole trouble lies here? In words, words. Each one of us has within him a whole world of things, each man of us his own special world. And how can we ever come to an understanding if I put in the words I utter the sense and value of things as I see them; while you who listen to me must inevitably translate them according to the conception of things each one of you has within himself. We think we understand each other, but we never really do.

We all have a world of things inside ourselves and each one of us has his own private world. How can we understand each other if the words I use have the sense and the value that I expect them to have, but whoever is listening to me inevitably thinks that those same words have a different sense and value, because of the private world he has inside himself, too.

It is so.When YOU think so

The idea that others saw in me one that was not the I whom I knew, one whom they alone could know, as they looked at me from without, with eyes that were not my own, eyes that conferred upon me an aspect destined to remain always foreign to me, although it was one that was in me, one that was my own to them (a "mine," that is to say, that was not for me!)—a life into which, although it was my own, I had no power to penetrate—this idea gave me no rest.

Of course, fantasy and reality are equally personal, and equally felt, so their confusion is a matter of only relative importance.

Proprio non so come dirlo in modo che suoni veritiero: di verità ne esistono sempre come minimo due.

Here is a woman I know coming up to me. She is very excited, but she is not an interesting woman. What excites her will not be interesting, it will simply not be interesting.

How can there be a true History, when we see no man living is able to write truly the History of the last week?', as Sir Will demands in Thomas Shadwell's play The Squire of Alsatia (1688)

I'm never exactly a slave to facts at the best of times. But does it matter? Who owns memories after all?

Human rights are difficult to pin down because their definition, indeed their very existence, depends on emotions as much as on reason.

But in the end, one-sided views make for pretty flat-looking works of art.

Perception of a state is not the state.