Genius is childhood recaptured.

Forgetting the extermination is part of the extermination itself.

In days gone by, we were afraid of dying in dishonor or a state of sin. Nowadays, we are afraid of dying fools. Now the fact is that there is no Extreme Unction to absolve us of foolishness. We endure it here on earth as subjective eternity.

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

Every photographed object is merely the trace left behind by the disappearance of all the rest. It is an almost perfect crime, an almost total resolution of the world, which merely leave the illusion of a particular object shining forth, the image of which then becomes an impenetrable enigma.

There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together.

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