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It is the task of radical thought, since the world is given to us in unintelligibility, to make it more unintelligible, more enigmatic, more fabulous.

There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together.

I vote, I participate, I am present, I am concerned - mirror of a paradoxical mockery, mirror of the indifference of all public signification.

Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.

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.

All we have left of liberty is an ad-man's illusion.

Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world. This is as marvelous as being there in the beginning.

What one exorcises in this [imagery] way at little cost, and for the price of a few tears, will never in effect be reproduced

Each segment of the worm is directly reproduced as a whole worm, just as each cell of the American CEO can produce a new CEO.

If it could, capitalism would make due with white rats.

Power floats like money, like language, like theory.

The transition from signs that dissimulate something to signs that dissimulate that there is nothing marks a decisive turning point.

Melancholic and fascinated, such is our general situation in an era of involuntary transparency.

Challenge, and not desire, lies at the heart of seduction.

When everything is social, suddenly nothing is.

The secret of theory is that truth does not exist.

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.

One has never said better how much "humanism", "normality", "quality of life" were nothing but the vicissitudes of profitability.

The desert is no longer a landscape, it is a pure form produced by the abstraction of all others.

It is dangerous to unmask images, since they dissimulate the fact that there is nothing behind them).

Prophesying catastrophe is incredibly banal. The more original move is to assume that it has already happened.

For the heavenly fire no longer strikes depraved cities, it is rather the lens which cuts through ordinary reality like a laser, putting it to death.

It is in love with its limitless horizontality, as New York may be with its verticality.

It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.

The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.

We need a visible past, a visible continuum, a visible myth of origin to reassure us as to our ends, since ultimately we have never believed in them.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

It is exciting to hear one of your fondest ideas formulated in one fell swoop, better than you could have done yourself.

The sickly cultural pathos which the whole of France indulges in, that fetishism of the cultural heritage.

Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.

All contents of meaning are absorbed in the only dominant form of the medium. Only the medium can make an event.

What is a society without a heroic dimension?

It is the corpse of the bourgeoisie that separates us. With us, it is that class that is the carrier of the chromosome of banality.

Power is only too happy to make football bear a diabolical responsibility for stupifying the masses

Photography is our exorcism. Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images.

Postmodernity is the simultaneity of the destruction of earlier values and their reconstruction. It is renovation within ruination.

Desert is simply that: an ecstatic critique of culture, an ecstatic form of disappearance.

This is what terrorism is occupied with as well: making real, palpable violence surface in opposition to the invisible violence of security.

Welcome to the Desert of the Real,

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.

What I am, I don't know. I am the simulacrum of myself.

Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.

The Matrix is surely the kind of film about the matrix that the matrix would have been able to produce.

Genius is childhood recaptured.

Forgetting extermination is part of extermination.

Americans may have no identity, but they do have wonderful teeth.

It is with this same imperialism that present-day simulators attempt to make the real, all of the real, coincide with their models of simulation.

Democracy is the menopause of Western society, the Grand Climacteric of the body social. Fascism is its middle-aged lust.

Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real.

Philosophy leads to death, sociology leads to suicide.

You have to know how to disappear.

It is from the death of the social that socialism will emerge, as it is from the death of God that religions emerge.

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth
it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.

We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.

Seduction is always more singular and sublime than sex and it commands the higher price.

We live of seduction, but die Fascination

When you take away verisimilitude, you do not automatically find the veridical but, perhaps, the implausible.

When the real is no longer what it used to be, nostalgia assumes its full meaning.

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.

It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.

A negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.

Sadder than the beggar is the man who eats alone in public.

We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.

We are fascinated by Ramses as Renaissance Christians were by the American Indians, those (human?) beings who had never known the word of Christ.

Take your desires for reality! can be understood as the ultimate slogan of power.

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.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

The presence is not deleted before the vacuum is cleared before a redoubling of presence that erases the opposition of the presence and absence

The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.

For everything that has not successfully transcended itself can only fall prey to revivals without end.

You are born modern, you do not become so.

All societies end up wearing masks.

There are only a few images that are not forced to provide meaning, or have to go through the filter of a specific idea.

Forgetting the extermination is part of the extermination itself.

There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.

At the heart of pornography is sexuality haunted by its own disappearance.

Art is no longer anything more than a kind of meta-language for banality.

Animals have no unconscious, because they have a territory. Men have only had an unconscious since they lost a territory.

History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history.

A thing which has lost its idea is like the man who has lost his shadow, and it must either fall under the sway of madness or perish.

Art does not die because there is no more art. It dies because there is too much.

Nothing is wholly obvious without becoming enigmatic. Reality itself is too obvious to be true.

Smile and others will smile back.

Information can tell us everything. It has all the answers. But they are answers to questions we have not asked, and which doubtless don't even arise.

Hell of simulation, which is no longer one of torture, but of subtle, maleficent, elusive twisting of meaning ...

There is no aphrodisiac like innocence

I am a terrorist and nihilist in theory as the others are with their weapons. Theoretical violence, not truth, is the only resource left us.

[I]nside every computer, there is a hidden man being bored.

Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.

The opposite of knowledge is not ignorance, but deceit and fraud.

Mass(age) is the message.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING AFTER THE ORGY?

The whole world thus becomes integrated as a spectacle into the domestic universe.