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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThere is nothing funny about Halloween.
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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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The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
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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.
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There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.
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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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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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Governing today means giving acceptable signs of credibility. It is like advertising and it is the same effect that is achieved – commitment to a scenario.
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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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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.
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The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction.
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There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each.
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In the same way that we need statesmen to spare us the abjection of exercising power, we need scholars to spare us the abjection of learning.
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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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This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
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