The spectacle is the bad dream of a modern society in chains and ultimately expresses nothing more than its wish for sleep. The spectacle is the guardian of that sleep.

In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.

With the destruction of history, contemporary events themselves retreat into a remote and fabulous realm of unverifiable stories, uncheckable statistics, unlikely explanations and untenable reasoning.

In our society now, we prefer to see ourselves living than living.

Plagiarism is necessary, progress implies it

He will essentially follow the language of the spectacle, for it is the only one he is familiar with.

Behind the masks of total choice, different forms of the same alienation confront each other.