Is not parody the eternal lot of man?

Only the basic situations in life occur only once, never to return. For a man to be a man, he must be fully aware of this never-to-return. (p.148)

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can't go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they're covered with soil or stones?

Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.

She knew that there were all kinds of ways to make a conquest and that one of the surest roads to a woman's genitals was through her sadness.

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.