The book is not simply the object that one holds in one's hands, and it cannot remain within the little parallelpiped that… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
We have to be there at the birth of ideas, the bursting outward of their force: not in books expressing them, but… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“This book first arose out of a passage in [Jorge Luis] Borges, out of the laughter that shattered, as I read the… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
One can say that the author is an ideological product, since we represent him as the opposite of his historically real function.… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The appearance in nineteenth-century psychiatry, jurisprudence, and literature of a whole series of discourses on the species and subspecies of homosexuality, inversion,… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
I don't write a book so that it will be the final word; I write a book so that other books are… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“I don't feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“I don’t feel that it is necessary to know exactly what I am. The main interest in life and work is to… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The imaginary is not formed in opposition to reality as its denial or compensation; it grows among signs, from book to book,… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
[Raymond Roussel] said that after his first book he expected that the next morning there would be a kind of aura around… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The frontiers of a book are never clear-cut: beyond the title, the first lines, and the last full stop, beyond its internal… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The history of thought, of knowledge, of philosophy, of literature seems to be seeking, and discovering, more and more discontinuities, whereas history… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“Aren't you sure of what you're saying? Are you going to change yet again, shift your position according to the questions that… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
If you knew when you began a book what you would say at the end, do you think that you would have… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Literature is a form of language that breaks with the whole definition of genres as forms adapted to an order of representations,… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
If I open a book and see that the author is accusing an adversary of "infantile leftism" I shut it again right… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
One should try to locate power at the extreme of its exercise, where it is always less legal in character. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
The book is not simply the object that one holds in one's hands, and it cannot remain within the little parallelpiped that contains it:… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“But a punishment like forced labour or even imprisonment – mere loss of liberty – has never functioned without a certain additional element of… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
I'm no prophet. My job is making windows where there were once walls. — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
Let us ask... how things work at the level of on-going subjugation, at the level of those continuous and uninterrupted processes which subject our… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
What makes power hold good, what makes it accepted, is simply the fact that it doesn't only weigh on us as a force that… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“It was a matter of showing by what conjunctions a whole set of practices-- from the moment they became coordinated with a regime of… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“The preferred medications were those that forestalled corruption. We know 'as a result of more than three thousand years of experience that Myrrh and… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“The man described for us, whom we are invited to free, is already in himself the effect of a subjection much more profound than… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image
“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with… — Michel Foucault Copy Share Image