Along with the lazy man... the dying man is the immoral man: the former, a subject that does not work; the latter, an object that no longer even makes itself available to be worked on by others.

Everyday life invents itself by poaching in countless ways on the property of others.

To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper.

A memory is only a Prince Charming who stays just long enough to awaken the Sleeping Beauties of our wordless stories.

The only freedom supposed to be left to the masses is that of grazing on the ration of simulacra the system distributes to each individual.

An absence of meaning opens a gap in time.

The media transforms the great silence of things into its opposite. Formerly constituting a secret, the real now talks constantly. News reports, information, statistics, and surveys are everywhere.

More than its utilitarian and technocratic transparency, it is the opaque ambivalence of its oddities that makes the city livable.

It seems possible to give a preliminary definition of walking as a space of enunciation.

To walk is to lack a place.

The panorama-city is a 'theoretical' (that is, visual) simulacrum, in short a picture, whose condition of possibility is an oblivion and a misunderstanding of practices.

CONTROL MYSELF?!! I'm a MONSTER! Monsters don't control themselves! That's the whole IDEA!

The distemper of which, as a community, we are sick, should be considered rather as a moral than a political malady.

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.

I've always loved TV very much, and as a child I was so religious with it, but now it's more when it fits in.

People elected Donald Trump because he acts decisively. He fired James Comey. He didn't fire the entire FBI. If there's something there, the FBI is going to continue to investigate it.

Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich.

What one heart finds hard to believe, a hundred find easy.

There's really no way to fast-track someone because the rate that their brain is able to interpret the information they're getting is on pace with life.

If you ask for an opinion, expect to receive one, and don't make fun of it.