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The work that changed your life was made by someone who did terrible things. Nothing in it has changed, except what you know.
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You find out on an ordinary afternoon. The singer you have loved since you were fifteen, or the novelist whose book carried you through a bad year, did something terrible. The songs sound the same as they did yesterday. Somehow they aren't.
No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
To give a text an Author is to impose a limit on that text… The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates.
Le style est l'homme même. — The style is the man himself.
Where vicious manners are described, without being marked with the proper characters of blame, this must be allowed to disfigure the poem, and to be a real deformity.