The great person is ahead of their time, the smart make something out of it, and the blockhead, sets themselves against it.

There are only a few images that are not forced to provide meaning, or have to go through the filter of a specific idea.

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

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

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

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.

All societies end up wearing masks.