It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDAmericans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
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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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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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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.
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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 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.
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You are born modern, you do not become so.
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There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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Santa 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.
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Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia.
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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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There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room.
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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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Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
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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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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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