Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.
[Knowledge is governed not by] a theory of knowledge, but by a theory of discursive practice.
Knowledge is not made for understanding; it is made for cutting.
Why should the lamp or the house be an art object but not our life?
What is peculiar to modern societies is not that they consigned sex to a shadow existence, but that they dedicated themselves to speaking of it ad infinitum, while exploiting it as the secret.
What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is only related to objects, and not to individuals, or to life.