The aim of jazz is the mechanical reproduction of a regressive moment, a castration symbolism. 'Give up your masculinity, let yourself be castrated,' the eunuchlike sound of the jazz band both mocks and proclaims, 'and you will be rewarded, accepted into a fraternity which shares the mystery of impotence with you, a mystery revealed at the moment of the initiation rite.

Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

The human is indissolubly linked with imitation: a human being only becomes human at all by imitating other human beings.

People know what they want because they know what other people want.

The recent past always presents itself as if destroyed by catastrophes.