In societies where modern conditions of productions prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into representation. The images detached from every aspect of life fuse in a common stream in which the unity of this life can no longer be re-established. Reality considered partially unfolds, in its own general unity as a pseudo-world apart, an object of mere contemplation . . . The spectacle is not a collection of images, but a social relation among people, mediated by images.

I have written much less than most people who write; I have drunk much more than most people who drink.

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.

Boredom is always counter-revolutionary. Always.

The more powerful the class, the more it claims not to exist.

No longer is science asked to understand the world, or to improve any part of it. It is asked instead to immediately justify everything that happens... spectacular domination has cut down the vast tree of scientific knowledge in order to make itself a truncheon.