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.

All that once was directly lived has become mere representation.

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

The spectacle is not a collection of images, but a social relation among people, mediated by images.

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.

Boredom is always counter-revolutionary. Always.

What is false creates taste, and reinforces itself by knowingly eliminating any possible reference to the authentic. And what is genuine is reconstructed as quickly as possible, to resemble the false.