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.
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 BAUDRILLARDI hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDLike dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThere is nothing funny about Halloween.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDAmericans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDGoverning today means giving acceptable signs of credibility. It is like advertising and it is the same effect that is achieved – commitment to a scenario.
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 BAUDRILLARDThe real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced. The hyper real.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDWhen you go to confession and entrust your sins to the safe-keeping of the priest, do you ever come back for them?
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThere is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDOnly facing up to this situation in all its desperation can help us get out of it.
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 BAUDRILLARDThe 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.
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 BAUDRILLARDWhat is a society without a heroic dimension?
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