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

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.

The simulacrum is never that which conceals the truth--it is the truth which conceals that there is none. The simulacrum is true.

Losing Chloe had been like reading a wonderfulook only to realize that all the pages past a certain point were blank.

Every single human soul has more meaning and value than the whole of history.

Work is a surefire money-making scheme.

He who has peace of mind disturbs neither himself nor another.

Why in almost all societies have married women specialized in bearing and rearing children and in certain agricultural activities, whereas married men have done most of the fighting and market work?

Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.

A wife is like a children's movie; always under-appreciated and without either, life would be incomplete.

Falsehoods border on truths.

Only God has no limits (except those he voluntarily imposes on himself). The mantra "no limits" is actually a call to idolatry.

That loss is most discreditable which is caused by negligence.