Welcome to the Desert of the Real.

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.

My heart balloons with admiration for these talented artists, which I so desperately want to be

The view of Earth is spectacular.

This fear of the Lord is indeed the beginning of wisdom. This consciousness of sin is the straight pathway to heaven.

There's only one Elizabeth like me and that's the Queen.

One kind of flirtation is to boast we never flirt.

No one wants to be a polarizer, but on the other hand, if you think you're doing right and you believe the decisions you make will lead to a better tomorrow, then they're worthy of defense.

You can be what you dream.

Online marketing rarely is able to appeal to more than two senses - yet offline often (if utilized the right way) represents the option of multi sensory appeals.

In life, we all learn from everyone.

When you're a musician and you break new ground it resonates into the common consciousness.