Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDAmericans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDAt 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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIt 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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDDeep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDDeep 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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThere is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDLike dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDPerhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDWhat is a society without a heroic dimension?
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe abjection of our political situation is the only true challenge today.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDTelevision knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDA negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIf you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThis is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other’s heart.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDNever 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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARD