A negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDIt is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
More Jean Baudrillard Quotes
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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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The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction.
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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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The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
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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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We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.
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This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
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Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
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It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
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There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each.
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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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Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.
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At 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.
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What is a society without a heroic dimension?
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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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