To walk is to lack a place. It is the indefinite process of being absent and in search of a proper.

Everyday life invents itself by poaching in countless ways on the property of others.

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.

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

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.

For Republicans, life begins at conception but ends at birth.

Where do you get dreams like this?

The beautiful always retains the freshness of novelty, while the astonishing soon grow tiresome.

Writing is like paying myself a formal visit.

Poetry's task is to increase the available stock of reality, R P Blackmur said.

Comedians kind of write what comes to them. You can give yourself little assignments, but it's what inspires you.

I'm too busy looking for the next role to do. I think about how to continue, to survive in the same vein. I like my career and my life as it is.

We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right not to tolerate the intolerant.

Can a wolfe be beautiful?

If the Soviet Union let another political party come into existence, they would still be a one-party state, because everybody would join the other party.