Fiction is not imagination. It is what anticipates imagination by giving it the form of reality.

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.

Can those entrusted with the gravest authority set any example save that of the sternest obedience to the law?

On the whole, Chaucer impresses us as greater than his reputation, and not a little like Homer and Shakespeare, for he would haveheld up his head in their company.

Our mothers who have gone are buried in our bodies. It can be said that we were born with dead mothers in our body.

You can do a lot more good with money than without it.

Some men are tempted to violate secrecy from the uneasiness secrecy gives them, and others, merely to impress you with the extent of their confidence.

Only cool people care about the origin stories of why they like something, and I'm not cool.

Buddha left a road map, Jesus left a road map, Krishna left a road map, Rand McNally left a road map. But you still have to travel the road yourself

There may often be excuse for doing things poorly in this world, but there is never any excuse for calling a poorly done thing, well done.

Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.

Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.