The price we pay for the complexity of life is too high.

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

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

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

Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real.

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.

A society which allows an abominable event to burgeon from its dung heap and grow on its surface is like a man who lets a fly crawl unheeded across his face or saliva dribble from his mouth -- either epileptic or dead.