There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.
The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.
If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.
It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
A negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.
Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.
Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.
Perhaps the world's second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
The world is not dialectical - it is sworn to extremes, not to equilibrium, sworn to radical antagonism, not to reconciliation or synthesis. This is also the principle of evil.
The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction. The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.
Deep down, the US, with its space, its technological refinement, its bluff good conscience, even in those spaces which it opens up for simulation, is the only remaining primitive society.
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.
It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.
You are born modern, you do not become so.
I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again. When you go to confession and entrust your sins to the safe-keeping of the priest, do you ever come back for them?
