There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDOnly facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.
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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.
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We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.
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What is a society without a heroic dimension?
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It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.
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Only facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.
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The abjection of our political situation is the only true challenge today.
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The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
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This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
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Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.
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There is nothing funny about Halloween.
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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.
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What you have to do is enter the fiction of America, enter America as fiction. It is, indeed, on this fictive basis that it dominates the world.
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It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
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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.
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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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