We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
The secret of theory is that truth does not exist.
Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.
Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world. This is as marvelous as being there in the beginning.
Never resist a sentence you like, in which language takes its own pleasure and in which, after having abused it for so long, you are stupefied by its innocence.
All societies end up wearing masks.
Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide.
The neighborhood is nothing but a protective zone- remodeling, disinfection, a snobbish and hygenic design- but above all in a figurative sense: it is a machine for making emptiness.
This is what terrorism is occupied with as well: making real, palpable violence surface in opposition to the invisible violence of security.
There is no aphrodisiac like innocence
Animals have no unconscious, because they have a territory. Men have only had an unconscious since they lost a territory.
Democracy is the menopause of Western society, the Grand Climacteric of the body social. Fascism is its middle-aged lust.
Power floats like money, like language, like theory.
One has never said better how much "humanism", "normality", "quality of life" were nothing but the vicissitudes of profitability.
History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history.
Nothing is wholly obvious without becoming enigmatic. Reality itself is too obvious to be true.
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All of [the] activities here have a surreptitious end-of-the-world feel to them:... these joggers sleepwalking in the mist like shadow's who have escaped from Plato's cave
Hell of simulation, which is no longer one of torture, but of subtle, maleficent, elusive twisting of meaning...
I am a terrorist and nihilist in theory as the others are with their weapons. Theoretical violence, not truth, is the only resource left us.
All we have left of liberty is an ad-man's illusion.
Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.
Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.
Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish-fulfillment
We need a visible past, a visible continuum, a visible myth of origin to reassure us as to our ends, since ultimately we have never believed in them.
Today cinema can place all its talent, all its technology in the service of reanimating what it itself contributed to liquidating. It only resurrects ghosts, and it itself is lost therein.
When you take away verisimilitude, you do not automatically find the veridical but, perhaps, the implausible.
Forgetting extermination is part of extermination.
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Mass(age) is the message.
All contents of meaning are absorbed in the only dominant form of the medium. Only the medium can make an event.
