The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.

In the twentieth century, death terrifies men less than the absence of real life. All these dead, mechanized, specialized actions, stealing a little bit of life a thousand times a day until the mind and body are exhausted, until that death which is not the

Purchasing power is a license to purchase power.

Daily life is governed by an economic system in which the production and consumption of insults tends to balance out.

Each component of the organism, like the individual in the social body, possesses the capacity for enjoyment of the self through sharing with others.

In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.