All Quotes

"In Plato... or Xenophon... we never see Socrates requiring... examination of conscience or... confession of sins. [A]n account of your life, your bios, is... not to give... the historical events... but... to demonstrate whether you are able to show... a relation between the rational discourse, the ', you... use, and the way... you live. Socrates is inquiring into the way that logos gives form to a person's style of life... whether there is a harmonic relation between the two... the degree of accord between a person's life and its principle of intelligibility or logos... [and] the true nature of the relation between the logos and bios"

"The harmony between word and deed in Socrates' life is Dorian... manifested in the courage he showed at Delium. This harmonic accord... distinguishes Socrates from a sophist... [who] can give... fine and beautiful discourses on courage, but is not courageous... [U]nlike the sophist, he can use parrhesia and speak freely because what he says accords... with what he thinks... [which] accords... with what he does."

"The aim of this Socratic parrhesiastic activity... is to lead the interlocutor to the choice of that kind of life (bios) that will be in Dorian-harmonic accord with, logos, virtue, courage, and truth."

"Foucault has a very good discussion of what the theory of crime—modern economic theory of crime and punishment—has to say. I didn't have much to disagree with him. I think he was accurate on what it has to say. He goes also into a theory of formation of laws, which I had a lot of sympathy with as well."

"The hope may be entertained that some practitioner of the "sociology of knowledge" will one day have an interesting story to tell about -why the work of Michel Foucault generated such wide enthusiasm among certain intellectual elites for several decades in the latter half of the twentieth century. One or two hypotheses of my own may be hazarded. What is interesting about Foucault's unique rhetoric is that he steadfastly resists pronouncing explicit moral-political judgments, yet of course he is judging all the time. Foucault refuses to come clean on his normative commitments, but rather "insinuates" them throughout his work. This constitutes a kind of radical-left positivism that is somehow potently attractive to what I will call the hyper-liberal ethos of late modernity. The idea here is that one must avoid at all costs spelling out a normative vision, since it would ineluctably become the ground for a repressive regime of "normalization." This is clearly connected to the negativism one associates with postmodern writers."

"At a crucial moment in my own work, I was fortunate to have had the opportunity to take heart from the humbling serenity and unaffected craftsmanship of Michel Foucault, in what I was not to know were his last years."

"A profound shaking had happened in the seemingly smooth greensward of the classical philosophical tradition... faultlines in the ancient world that one had barely dreamed of ... A manuscript that moved me deeply."

"And now his own history has been written. What does one learn from these books? Chiefly that Foucault's relativistic outlook can be applied to Foucault himself. He used to say that the 19th century was to Marxism what water is to a fish. Increasingly his own work makes sense only when seen as a product of the Sixties. Not that Foucault would have denied this. He never suggested that he wasn't an interested being too. But one should ask of a body of philosophical work that it has a longer shelf life than a couple of decades. Nine years after his death his achievements, such as they are, are so much historical jetsam, their final worth little more than sweet Foucault."

"I wanted to read Mark Twain and Emerson and Thoreau, and I remember moments in class where I thought my head was going to explode, going, What the fuck are these people talking about? I don't understand what this deconstructive semiotic bullshit is. Who the fuck is Michel Foucault?"

"I continue to be very strongly influenced by Foucault's History of Sexuality, in which he warns us against imagining a complete liberation from power. There can never be a total liberation from power, especially in relation to the politics of sexuality."

"Foucault is an interesting case because I'm sure he honestly wants to undermine power but I think with his writings he reinforced it."

"My soul belongs to God, I know I made that bargain long ago He gave me hope when hope was gone He gave me strength to journey on!"

"Who am I? Who am I? I'm Jean Valjean! And so, Javert, you see it's true! This man bears no more guilt than you! Who am I? 2 4 6 0 1!"

"Hurry near, another day is dying Don't you hear the winter wind is crying There's a darkness which comes without a warning But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning."

"I am warning you, Javert! I'm the stronger man by far. There is power in me yet. My race is not yet run!"

"You know nothing of Javert I was born inside a jail I was born with scum like you I am from the gutter too!"

"I know a place where no one's lost, I know a place where no one cries, Crying at all is not allowed, Not in my castle on a cloud."

"Madam Thadenier: Still there, Cosette? Your tears will do you no good. I told you fetch some water from the well in the wood. Cosette: Please do not send me out alone, not in the darkness on my own — Madam Thadenier: (cuts her off) Enough of that! Or I'll forget to be nice! You heard me ask for something and I never ask twice!!"

"With all the anger in the land How long before the judgment day? Before we cut the fat ones down to size? Before the barricades arise?"

"You know your place in the sky You hold your course and your aim And each in your season Returns and returns And is always the same And if you fall as Lucifer fell You fall in flame!"

"Red — the blood of angry men! Black — the dark of ages past! Red — a world about to dawn! Black — the night that ends at last!"

"Who cares about your lonely soul We strive toward a larger goal! Our little lives don't count at all!"

"Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again!"

"Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance? Some will fall and some will live, will you stand up and take your chance? The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!"

"Valjean: Dear Cosette You’re such a lonely child! How pensive, how sad you seem to be. Believe me, if it were in my power I’d fill each passing hour. How quiet it must be, I can see, With only me for company. Cosette: There’s so little I know that I’m longing to know Of the child that I was and the time long ago! There’s so little you say of the life you have known, Why you keep to yourself, why we’re always alone! So dark, so dark and deep, The secrets that you keep. In my life I have all that I want You are loving and gentle and good. But Papa, dear Papa, in your eyes I am just like a child who is lost in a wood. Valjean: No more words! No more words, it’s a time that is dead! There are words, that are better unheard, better unsaid! Cosette: In my life I’m no longer a child And I yearn for the truth that you know Of the years Years ago. Valjean: You will learn Truth is given by God to us all in our time. In our turn."

"In my life She has burst like the music of angels The light of the sun And my life seems to stop As if something is over And something has scarcely begun."

"One Day More. Another day another destiny. This neverending road to Calvary. These men who seem to know my crime will surely come a second time One Day More!"

"One day more to revolution. We will nip it in the bud! We'll be ready for these schoolboys, They will wet themselves with blood!"

"Tomorrow we'll discover what our God in Heaven has in store! One more dawn! One more day! One day more!"

"In the rain The pavement shines like silver All the lights are misty in the river In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight And all I see is him and me forever and forever"

"I love him But every day I'm learning All my life I've only been pretending Without me his world will go on turning A world that's full of happiness That I have never known!"

"So never kick a dog Because he's just a pup We'll fight like twenty armies And we won't give up So you'd better run for cover When the pup grows up!"

"Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius I don't feel any pain A little fall of rain Can hardly hurt me now You're here, that's all I need to know And you will keep me safe And you will keep me close And rain will make the flowers grow."

"You are wrong, and always have been wrong. I'm a man, no worse than any man. You are free, and there are no conditions, No bargains or petitions. There's nothing that I blame you for. You've done your duty, nothing more."

"Drink with me to days gone by Can it be, you fear to die? Will the world remember you when you fall? Could it be your death means nothing at all? Is your life just one more lie?"

"Drink with me to days gone by To the life that used to be At the shrine of friendship, never say die Let the wine of friendship never run dry Here's to you and here's to me."

"You can take You can give Let him be Let him live If I die, let me die Let him live Bring him home."

"Let us die facing our foes, make them bleed while we can!"

"Make them pay through the nose, make them pay for every man!"

"Let others rise to take our place until the earth is FREE!!!!"

"I am the law and the law is not mocked."

"How can I now allow this man To hold dominion over me? This desperate man whom I have hunted He gave me my life. He gave me freedom. I should have perished by his hand It was his right. It was my right to die as well Instead I live... but live in hell."

"They were schoolboys Never held a gun... Fighting for a new world That would rise up like the sun. Where's that new world now the fighting's done?"

"Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me, What your sacrifice was for! Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will drink no more..."

"To love another person Is to see the face of God!"

"Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light.For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise!"

"They will live again in freedom in the Garden of the Lord! They will walk behind the ploughshare. They will push away the sword! The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward!"

"Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see? Do you hear the people sing? Say, do you hear the distant drums? It is the future that they bring When tomorrow comes... Tomorrow comes!"

"Happy white peoples independence day the slaves weren't free but I'm sure they enjoyed fireworks"

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