More than its utilitarian and technocratic transparency, it is the opaque ambivalence of its oddities that makes the city livable.

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.

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.

The created order is everywhere punched and torn open by ellipses, drifts, and leaks of meaning: it is a sieve-order.

It is my assessment that most police officers who spend their days driving around USA cities will have some levelof radiation sickness and this is concerning!

I had a dream about you last night, for the millionth time! We did what we always do in my dreams. We talked, but we never made out. How come I still dream about you if we never freaking make out?

There are three secrets to writing a novel. Unfortunately nobody knows what they are.

Dead is when the chemists take over the subject.

I could depend a lot on my shaking, though I never shimmied vulgarly and only to express myself.

Any act in the name of God returns 10 fold.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.

Jesus is the one who brings God to us and us to God.

Watch Darren Daulton use his mitt like a glove.

It's just not an image I had ever put out about myself - the bedroom synth guy. The whole thing seemed ridiculous.