Wars are no longer waged in the name of a sovereign who must be defended; they are waged on behalf of the existence of everyone; entire populations are mobilized for the purpose of wholesale slaughter in the name of life necessity: massacres have become vital.

We have to be there at the birth of ideas, the bursting outward of their force: not in books expressing them, but in events manifesting this force, in struggles carried on around ideas, for or against them.

The gaze that sees is the gaze that dominates.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

As the archaeology of our thought easily shows, man is an invention of recent date. And one perhaps nearing its end.

Political power goes much deeper than one suspects; there are centres and invisible, little-known points of support; its true resistance, its true solidity is perhaps where one doesn't expect it.

Knowledge is not for knowing: knowledge is for cutting.