I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.

All of a sudden it didn't bother me not being modern.

Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.

The photograph is literally an emanation of the referent. From a real body, which was there, proceed radiations which ultimately touch me, who am here; the duration of the transmission is insignificant; the photograph of the missing being, as Sontag says, will touch me like the delayed rays of a star.

...language is never innocent.

I passed beyond the unreality of the thing represented, I entered crazily into the spectacle, into the image, taking into my arms what is dead, what is going to die.

If I had to create a god, I would lend him a “slow understanding”: a kind of drip-by-drip understanding of problems. People who understand quickly frighten me.