The secret of theory is that truth does not exist.

We are all hostages, and we are all terrorists. This circuit has replaced that other one of masters and slaves, the dominating and the dominated, the exploiters and the exploited. It is worse than the one it replaces, but at least it liberates us from liberal nostalgia and the ruses of history.

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

I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again

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

All of [the] activities here have a surreptitious end-of-the-world feel to them:... these joggers sleepwalking in the mist like shadow's who have escaped from Plato's cave

We are no longer in a state of growth; we are in a state of excess. We are living in a society of excrescence. The boil is growing out of control, recklessly at cross purposes with itself, its impacts multiplying as the causes disintegrate.