This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
JEAN BAUDRILLARDThis is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but also the possibility of playing double or quits with the share you hold in the other’s heart.
More Jean Baudrillard Quotes
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There is nothing funny about Halloween.
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There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.
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Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.
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You are born modern, you do not become so.
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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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What is a society without a heroic dimension?
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The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.
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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 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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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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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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Governing today means giving acceptable signs of credibility. It is like advertising and it is the same effect that is achieved – commitment to a scenario.
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Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.
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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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