The opposite of knowledge is not ignorance, but deceit and fraud.

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.

Will raised both eyebrows. 'Well, you learn a new thing everyday, ' he said reflectively.'In your case, that's no exaggeration, ' Halt said, completely straight-faced.

I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.

Im shy. I can go on a trip for days and not go because I wont sit on a toilet seat on a plane. Im certainly not going to go on somebodys lawn. Could you imagine, in a cocktail dress?

But the general welfare must restrict and regulate the exertions of the individuals, as the individuals must derive a supply of their strength from social power.

Success often comes to those who dare to act. It seldom goes to the timid who are ever afraid of the consequences.

And if your friends make fun of you for chasing your dream, remember—just lie.

To err on the side of passion is human and right and the only way I'll live.

The world looks like a multiplication-table, or a mathematical equation, which, turn it how you will, balances itself.

He set the suitcases in the back then tossed her the keys. "You drive." She repressed a smile as she climbed behind the wheel. "With each passing day, your reasons for wanting a wife become clearer.

No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas.