#fr

Strangely enough, the first character in Fried Green Tomatoes was the cafe, and the town. I think a place can be as much a character in a novel as the people. ↗

— Fannie Flagg

#character #enough #first #fried #green

Men are not allowed to think freely about chemistry and biology: why should they be allowed to think freely about political philosophy? ↗

— Auguste Comte

#allowed #biology #chemistry #freely #men

What's strange about the whole thing is that although it's riddled with nonsense, altogether it's true - Julie's told our story, mine and hers, our friendship, so truthfully. It is us. We even had the same dream at the same time. How could we have had the same dream at the same time? How can something so wonderful and mysterious be true? But it is. And this, even more wonderful and mysterious, is also true: when I read it, when I read what Julie's written, she is instantly alive again, whole and undamaged. With her words in my mind while I'm reading, she is as real as I am. Gloriously daft, drop-dead charming, full of bookish nonsense and foul language, brave and generous. She's right here. Afraid and exhausted, alone, but fighting. Flying in silver moonlight in a plane that can't be landed, stuck in the climb - alive, alive, ALIVE. ↗

— Elizabeth Wein

#reading #remembrance #dreams

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#complaisance #faith #freedom #neither #nor

It is always safe to learn, even from our enemies; seldom safe to venture to instruct, even our friends. ↗

— Charles Caleb Colton

#even #friends #instruct #learn #our

I'd come out to Los Angeles for a vacation to see a friend and just fell in love with it. ↗

— Claire Forlani

#come #fell #friend #i #just

Ignorance is ultimately the worst enemy of a people who want to be free. ↗

— Jonathan Hennessey

#freedom #ignorance #education

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it. ↗

— Christopher Columbus

#april #breathe #delicious #fragrant #seville

The senses deceive from time to time, and it is prudent never to trust wholly those who have deceived us even once. ↗

— Rene Descartes

#deceived #even #from time to time #never #once

Lacan, as we have seen in our discussion of Freud, regards the unconscious as structured like a language. This is not only because it works by metaphor and metonymy: it is also because, like language itself for the post-structuralists, it is composed less of signs — stable meanings — than of signifiers. If you dream of a horse, it is not immediately obvious what this signifies: it may have many contradictory meanings, may be just one of a whole chain of signifiers with equally multiple meanings. The image of the horse, that is to say, is not a sign in Saussure’s sense - it does not have one determined signified tied neatly to its tail - but is a signifier which may be attached to many different signifieds, and which may itself bear the traces of the other signifiers which surround it. (I was not aware, when I wrote the above sentence, of the word-play involved in ‘horse’ and ‘tail’: one signifier interacted with another against my conscious intention.) The unconscious is just a continual movement and activity of signifiers, whose signifieds are often inaccessible to us because they are repressed. This is why Lacan speaks of the unconscious as a ‘sliding of the signified beneath the signifier’, as a constant fading and evaporation of meaning, a bizarre ‘modernist’ text which is almost unreadable and which will certainly never yield up its final secrets to interpretation. ↗

— Terry Eagleton

#freud #horses #lacan #language #post-structuralism