Laughter on American television has taken the place of the chorus in Greek tragedy. In other countries, the business of laughing is left to the viewers. Here, their laughter is put on the screen, integrated into the show. It is the screen that is laughing and having a good time. You are simply left alone with your consternation.

Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.

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

The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.

If there is a species which is more maltreated than children, then it must be their toys, which they handle in an incredibly off-hand manner. Toys are thus the end point in that long chain in which all the conditions of despotic high-handedness are in play which enchain beings one to another, from one species to another --cruel divinities to their sacrificial victims, from masters to slaves, from adults to children, and from children to their objects.

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