The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

A German is someone who cannot tell a lie without believing it himself.

There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.

Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.