Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDSeduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDPerhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDSanta 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 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 BAUDRILLARDLike dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIt only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDYou are born modern, you do not become so.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe 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.
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 BAUDRILLARDWe shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDA negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThere is nothing funny about Halloween.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThe very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIn 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.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDCowardice 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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