Business owners are like joggers. If you stop a jogger, he goes on running on the spot. If you drag an owner away from his business, he goes on running on the spot, pawing the ground, talking business. He never stops hurtling onwards, making decisions and executing them.

The need to speak, even if one has nothing to say, becomes more pressing when one has nothing to say, just as the will to live becomes more urgent when life has lost its meaning.

The sickly cultural pathos which the whole of France indulges in, that fetishism of the cultural heritage.

It is not enough for theory to describe and analyze, it must itself be an event in the universe it describes.

As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like the culture of flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning. They give themselves a last wash and brush-up, their oscillated eyes roll, and they fall down the curtains.

It only takes a politician believing in what he says for the others to stop believing him.

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.