If we wish to discuss knowledge in the most highly developed contemporary society, we must answer the preliminary question of what methodological representation to apply to that society

Simplifying to the extreme, I define postmodern as incredulity toward metanarratives.

It is our business not to supply reality but to invent allusions to the conceivable which cannot be presented.

A self does not amount to much, but no self is an island; each exists in a fabric of relations that is now more complex and mobile than ever before.

The ruling class is and will continue to be the class of decision makers

What is required of a working hypothesis is a fine capacity for discrimination

What guides Marxism, then, is a different model of society, and a different conception of the function of the knowledge that can be produced by society and acquired from it

Scientific knowledge is a kind of discourse.

One knows that frontal and/or profile photography is torn to pieces... Inversely, what remains of the photograph must be seen as a fragment coming to fill a gap in the drawing.

Knowledge is and will be produced in order to be sold, it is and will be consumed in order to be valorised in a new production: in both cases, the goal is exchange

On the other hand, in a society whose communication component is becoming more prominent day by day, both as a reality and as an issue, it is clear that language assumes a new importance.

The revised edition of my book "A Woman Of Courage" is now available .

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.

We don't charge people for making a mistake or doing something foolish.

If you wish to persuade me, you must think my thoughts, feel my feelings, and speak my words.

Wherever there is love, there the season transforms into spring!

Christ's commandment to hear the Church . . . is binding on all men, in every period, and every country.

If nobody has too much, everybody will have enough.

When we give government the power to make medical decisions for us, we, in essence, accept that the state owns our bodies.

Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this!