In the same way that we need statesmen to spare us the abjection of exercising power, we need scholars to spare us the abjection of learning.

We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.

Deep down, the US, with its space, its technological refinement, its bluff good conscience, even in those spaces which it opens up for simulation, is the only remaining primitive society.

Art does not die because there is no more art. It dies because there is too much.

Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is no longer possible.

Today's terrorism is not the product of a traditional history of anarchism, nihilism, or fanaticism. It is instead the contemporary partner of globalization.

What I am, I don't know. I am the simulacrum of myself.

There is no aphrodisiac like innocence.

Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real.

History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history.

The suffering man ought really to consume his own smoke

In a democratic society, the only treason is silence.

Letting go is freedom. When you find yourself in a useless battle, you merely walk off the battlefield.

Maybe I was just born to argue with men.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

It's strange for my friends when they see me on TV and in magazines, because the person that they see doing interviews and pictures on the red carpet is not the person that they know.

How long the thick dark clouds can prevent the truth from shining? The truth is an arrow that can pass through any shield!

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

To succeed, you must have tremendous perseverance, tremendous will.

We who are left, how shall we look again Happily on the sun or feel the rain Without remembering how they who went Ungrudgingly and spent Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?