“Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.”

Liberal capitalism is not at all the Good of humanity. Quite the contrary; it is the vehicle of savage, destructive nihilism.

We need to invent a non-Euclidian mathematics with respect to political discipline.

Those who have nothing have only their discipline.

Love and politics are the two great figures of social engagement.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

I am surprised to see that today everything that does not amount to surrender pure and simple to generalized capitalism.

The aesthetic process decentres the specular relation with which ideology perpetuates its closed infinity.

Love can only consist in failure…on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.

All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.

We could say that love is a tenacious adventure. The adventurous side is necessary, but equally so is the need for tenacity. To give up at the first hurdle, the first quarrel, is only to distort love. Real love is one that triumphs lastingly, sometimes painfully, over the hurdles erected by time, space and the world.

But more subtly the written press, are quite spectacular powers of unreason and ignorance.

In order to improve democracy, then, it’s necessary to change the people, as Brecht ironically proposed.

We must point out that in what concerns its material the event is not a miracle.

I feel really assured by the fact that the women I have loved I have loved for always.

Without mathematics, we are blind.

For a politics of emancipation, the enemy that is to be feared most is not repression at the hands of the established order. It is the interiority of nihilism, and the unbounded cruelty that can come with its emptiness.

Like some helpful person (hi, Mom) has tried to “‘clean'” it, and suddenly you can’t find anything?

Let me show you, he said in my ear. Like this. Feel that? Relax. Now pivot your hipsits all in the hips.

If you want to make an audience laugh, you dress a man up like an old lady and push her down the stairs. If you want to make comedy writers laugh, you push an actual old lady down the stairs.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax.

Photoshop is just like makeup. When it’s done well it looks great, and when it’s overdone you look like a crazy asshole.

And then, just like that, my heart broke. My face crumpled, my composure went and I held him tightly and I stopped caring that he could feel the shudder of my sobbing body because grief swamped me.

I like to crack the jokes now and again, but it’s only because I struggle with math.