It is exciting to hear one of your fondest ideas formulated in one fell swoop, better than you could have done yourself.

History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history.

It is a world completely rotten with wealth, power, senility, indifference, puritanism and mental hygiene, poverty and waste, technological futility and aimless violence, and yet I cannot help but feel it has about it something of the dawning of the universe. Perhaps because the entire world continues to dream of New York, even as New York dominates and exploits it.

One can speak of an alterity of desire - a paradigm defined outside the tired, tacitly accepted regime, but one comes up short when attempting to posit a framework of desire beyond available, known desires.

[I]nside every computer, there is a hidden man being bored.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

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.