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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThere exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each.
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Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
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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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Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.
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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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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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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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Only facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.
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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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Perhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
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There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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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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The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.
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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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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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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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