The era of the political was one of anomie: crisis, violence, madness and revolution. The era of the trans-political is that of anomaly: an aberration of no consequence, contemporaneous with the event of no consequence.

Animals have no unconscious, because they have a territory. Men have only had an unconscious since they lost a territory.

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.

The obese is in a total delirium. For he is not only large, of a size opposed to normal morphology: he is larger than large. He no longer makes sense in some distinctive opposition, but in his excess, his redundancy.

A series of accidents creates a positively light-hearted state, out of consideration for this strange power.

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

Democracy is the menopause of Western society, the Grand Climacteric of the body social. Fascism is its middle-aged lust.