The soul is the effect and instrument of a political anatomy; the soul is the prison of the body
Michel FoucaultPerhaps [transgression] is like a flash of lightning in the night which, from the beginning of time, gives a dense and black intensity to the night it denies, which lights up the night from the inside, from top to bottom, yet owes to the dark the stark clarity of its manifestation, its harrowing and poised singularity.
Michel FoucaultIs it surprising that prisons resemble factories, schools, barracks, hospitals, which all resemble prisons?
Michel Foucault