“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.”
More from Roland Barthes
“...He is in love: he creates meaning, always and everywhere, out of nothing...”
“Am I in love?—yes,since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play…”
“I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds;…”
“We know that a text does not consist of a line of words, releasing a single 'theological'…”