It is in love with its limitless horizontality, as New York may be with its verticality.

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

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body. If humanity's language, technology, and buildings are an extension of its constructive faculties, the desert alone is an extension of its capacity for absence, the ideal schema of humanity's disappearance.

I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again

The repentant, run-to-seed ultra-Leftists who have converted to humanitarianism, artificial inseminators of the widow and the orphan, themselves orphans of reality and malades imaginaires of politics, premature ejaculators of posthistory and hyperchondriacs of the dead body of ideology and morality.

Neither dead nor alive, the hostage is suspended by an incalculable outcome. It is not his destiny that awaits for him, nor his own death, but anonymous chance, which can only seem to him something absolutely arbitrary. He is in a state of radical emergency, of virtual extermination.

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.