What I am, I don't know. I am the simulacrum of myself.

A woman spent all Christmas Day in a telephone box without ringing anyone. If someone comes to phone, she leaves the box, then resumes her place afterwards. No one calls her either, but from a window in the street, someone watched her all day, no doubt since they had nothing better to do. The Christmas syndrome.

I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again

Animals have no unconscious, because they have a territory. Men have only had an unconscious since they lost a territory.

We shall never resolve the enigma of the relation between the negative foundations of greatness and that greatness itself.

Smile and others will smile back.

the neighborhood is nothing but a protective zone- remodeling, disinfection, a snobbish and hygenic design- but above all in a figurative sense: it is a machine for making emptiness.