I wonder, only in passing, whether the indelible ornamentation that man inscribes upon his own epidermis does not respond to a nostalgia for the universal internally generated coloring of corrollas, furs, shells, carapaces and wings. For man it has been… — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
“It should be particularly stressed that the fantastic makes no sense in an out-and-out strange world. To imagine the fantastic in it is even… — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
Dreams are deformed reflections of ourselves - less stable and more ungraspable than we are, upon which we in our turn assume the right… — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
Life appears: a complex dampness, destined to an intricate future and charged with secret virtues, capable of challenge and creation. A kind of precarious slime, of surface mildew, in which a ferment is already working. A turbulent, spasmodic sap, a presage and expectation of a new way of being, breaking with mineral perpetuity and boldly exchanging it for the doubtful… — Roger Caillois Copy Share
The fantastic is always a break in the acknowledged order, an irruption of the inadmissible within the changeless everyday legality — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
I wonder, only in passing, whether the indelible ornamentation that man inscribes upon his own epidermis does not respond to a nostalgia for the… — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
I see the origin of the irresistible attraction of metaphor and analogy, the explanation of our strange and permanent need to find similarities in… — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
In strongly opposing the world of play to that of reality, and in stressing that play is essentially a side activity, the interference is… — Roger Caillois Copy Share Image
