George Orwell, “Such, Such Were the Joys”
"The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture…[The Author’s] only power is to mix writings, to counter the ones with the others, in such a way as never to rest on any one of them. Did he wish to express himself, he ought at least to know that the inner ‘thing’ he thinks to ‘translate’ is itself only a ready-formed dictionary, its words only explainable through other words, and so on indefinitely."
Roland Barthes, ”The Death of the Author”
"This conception of a…narrative as a protection against death has been transformed by our culture. Writing is now linked to sacrifice and to the sacrifice of life itself; it is a voluntary obliteration of the self that does not require representation in books because it takes place in the everyday existence of the writer. Where a work had the duty of creating immortality, it now attains the right to kill, to become the murderer of its author."
Michel Foucalt, “What is an Author?”
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."
"No opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible."
W. H. Auden