This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDI hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again.
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Perhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
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Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia.
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Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
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When you go to confession and entrust your sins to the safe-keeping of the priest, do you ever come back for them?
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The order of the world is always right – such is the judgment of God. For God has departed, but he has left his judgment behind, the way the Cheshire Cat left his grin.
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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.
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I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again.
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You are born modern, you do not become so.
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There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.
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Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.
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At male strip shows, it is still the women that we watch, the audience of women and their eager faces. They are more obscene than if they were dancing naked themselves.
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There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each.
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There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room.
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Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.
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