Information...exhausts itself in the staging of meaning...[and leads] not at all to a surfeit of innovation but to the very contrary, to total entropy

Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.

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

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

It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire but our own: The desert of the real itself.

Power floats like money, like language, like theory.

The multiplication of individual sects should not fool us: the important point is that the whole of America is preoccupied with the sect as a moral institution, with its immediate demand for beatification, its material efficacity, its compulsion for justification, and doubtless also with its madness and frenzy.