The lyricism of marginality may find inspiration in the image of the outlaw, the great social nomad, who prowls on the confines of a docile, frightened order. — 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
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
“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
Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret. — Michel Foucault Copy Share
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
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
An American professor complained that a crypto-Marxist like me was invited in the USA, and I was denounced by the press in Eastern European… — Michel Foucault Copy Share
Withdraw allegiance from the old categories of the Negative (law, limit, castration, lack, lacuna), which the Western thought has so long held sacred as… — Michel Foucault Copy Share
