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

If everything is perfect, language is useless. This is true for animals. If animals don't speak, it's because everything's perfect for them. If one day they start to speak, it will be because the world has lost a certain sort of perfection.

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth--it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.

Imagine the amazing good fortune of the generation that gets to see the end of the world. This is as marvelous as being there in the beginning.

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

There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together.

We are all hostages, and we are all terrorists. This circuit has replaced that other one of masters and slaves, the dominating and the dominated, the exploiters and the exploited. It is worse than the one it replaces, but at least it liberates us from liberal nostalgia and the ruses of history.