To walk is to lack a place.

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.

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.

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.

Racism is taught in our society, it is not automatic. It is learned behavior toward persons with dissimilar physical characteristics.

You know... when you are sad you love the sunsets.

What you see in the interview will not get significantly better when the individual is hired.

It's not where you start or where you finish. It is the distance between the two.

Our house is our corner of the world.

Use your past successes as a trampoline, not an easy chair.

Streamlining the army with Chinese characteristics is the right choice for China in military modernization.

I really do believe in the influence of your surroundings.

The way you find the answers to your problems will be unique to you.

The birds are the eyes of heaven, and the flies are the spies of hell.