In Civilizations Without Boats, Dreams Dry Up,

Relations Of Power "are Indissociable From A Discourse Of Truth, And They Can Neither Be Established Nor Function Unless A True Discourse Is Produced, Accumulated, Put Into Circulation, And Set To Work. Power Cannot Be Exercised Unless A Certain Economy Of Discourses Of Truth Functions In, On The Basis Of, And Thanks To, That Power."

Madness Designates The Equinox Between The Vanity Of Night's Hallucinations And The Non-being Of Light's Judgments.

Thought Is No Longer Theoretical. As Soon As It Functions It Offends Or Reconciles, Attracts Or Repels, Breaks, Dissociates, Unites Or Reunites; It Cannot Help But Liberate Or Enslave. Even Before Prescribing, Suggesting A Future, Saying What Must Be Done, Even Before Exhorting Or Merely Sounding An Alarm, Thought, At The Level Of Its Existence, In Its Very Dawning, Is In Itself An Action-a Perilous Act.

Thought Is Not What Inhabits A Certain Conduct And Gives It Its Meaning; Rather, It Is What Allows One To Step Back From This Way Of Acting Or Reacting, To Present It To Oneself As An Object Of Thought And To Question It As To Its Meaning, Its Conditions, And Its Goals. Thought Is Freedom In Relation To What One Does, The Motion By Which One Detaches From It, Establishes It As An Object, And Reflects On It As A Problem.

To Work Is To Undertake To Think Something Other Than What One Has Thought Before