As a first approximation, I define belief not as the object of believing (a dogma, a program, etc.) but as the subject's investment in a proposition, the act of saying it and considering it as true.

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.

When the Prince comes into your life, you will stop thinking and start reasoning.

The slightest awareness of ‘my-ness’ is indeed egoism.

A writer seizes every opportunity to wonder.

I wasn't that great a chef, and I don't think I'm that great a writer.

UML is not dessert topping and floor wax.

I know now one thing only matters in these days... true love... love and love alone.

I guess at a certain point you think, well, singing is singing and acting is acting.

God has a timeline. And because of Bethlehem, we have an idea where we stand on it.

The aim of all spiritual practice is love.

There is a noble and a base side to every history.