Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.

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

This is what terrorism is occupied with as well: making real, palpable violence surface in opposition to the invisible violence of security.

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.

Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination by giving it the form of reality.

Prophesying catastrophe is incredibly banal. The more original move is to assume that it has already happened.

For the heavenly fire no longer strikes depraved cities, it is rather the lens which cuts through ordinary reality like a laser, putting it to death.