There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.

We are no longer dealing with historical events, but with places of collapse.

It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire but our own: The desert of the real itself.

Photography is our exorcism. Primitive society had its masks, bourgeois society its mirrors. We have our images.

You are born modern, you do not become so.

It is not enough for theory to describe and analyze, it must itself be an event in the universe it describes.

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