It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives.

Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?

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

We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.

Hope is the leash of submission.

Everything has been said yet few have taken advantage of it. Since all our knowledge is essentially banal, it can only be of value to minds that are not.

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