Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.

Information...exhausts itself in the staging of meaning...[and leads] not at all to a surfeit of innovation but to the very contrary, to total entropy

The sickly cultural pathos which the whole of France indulges in, that fetishism of the cultural heritage.

Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.

It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.

It is exciting to hear one of your fondest ideas formulated in one fell swoop, better than you could have done yourself.

The liberated man is not the one who is freed in his ideal reality, his inner truth, or his transparency; he is the man who changes spaces, who circulates, who changes sex, clothes, and habits according to fashion, rather than morality, and who changes opinions not as his conscience dictates but in response to opinion polls.