Like lost children we live our unfinished adventures.

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

Young people everywhere have been allowed to choose between love and a garbage disposal unit. Everywhere they have chosen the garbage disposal unit.

Work is only justified by leisure time. To admit the emptiness of leisure time is to admit the impossibility of life.

As specialists of apparent life, stars serve as superficial objects that people can identify with in order to compensate for the fragmented productive specialisations that they actually live.

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 a world that has REALLY been turned on its head, truth is a moment of falsehood.