You have to know how to disappear.

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.

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

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

The only thing worse than being bored is being boring.

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

Contact with men who wield power and authority still leaves an intangible sense of repulsion. It's very like being in close proximity to fecal matter, the fecal embodiment of something unmentionable, and you wonder what it is made of and when it acquired its historically sacred character.