it is dangerous to unmask images, since they dissimulate the fact that there is nothing behind them).

It is useless to dream of revolution through content, useless to dream of a revelation through form, because the medium and the real are now in a single nebula whose truth is indecipherable.

What one exorcises in this [imagery] way at little cost, and for the price of a few tears, will never in effect be reproduced

To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one doesn't have.

it is with this same imperialism that present-day simulators attempt to make the real, all of the real, coincide with their models of simulation.

Children are simultaneously required to constitute themselves as autonomous subjects, responsible, free and conscious, and to constitute themselves as submissive, inert, obedient, conforming objects.

Each segment of the worm is directly reproduced as a whole worm, just as each cell of the American CEO can produce a new CEO.

There is no more hope for meaning. And without a doubt this is a good thing: meaning is mortal. Appearances, they, are immortal, invulnerable to the nihilism. This is where seduction begins.

Twins were deified, and sacrificed, in a more savage culture: hypersimilitude was equivalent to the murder of the original, and thus to a pure non-meaning.

All contents of meaning are absorbed in the only dominant form of the medium. Only the medium can make an event.

We are fascinated by Ramses as Renaissance Christians were by the American Indians, those (human?) beings who had never known the word of Christ.

I don't know and probably never will know enough about the true nature of the universe to tell anyone else what to believe, and I've come to distrust the words of those who have presumed to do so.

Happiness is not a reward. It's a consequence. You have to work at it every day.

Sometimes we need to look at everything going wrong in our lives and admit to ourselves, "I am the only common denominator here.

If we had no winter the spring would not be so pleasant.

In the town live witches nine: three in worsted, three in rags, and three in velvet fine.

An injury is not just a process of recovery it's a process of discovery.

I thought my mountain was coming this morning. It was near to speaking when suddenly it shifted, sulked, and returned to smallness. It has eluded me again and sits there, puny and dull. Why?

Right now, nearly all the apps on Facebook take a week to build. No more.

The people who say,"What guarantee do I have?" I walk away. I'll get you later.

If you don't plan your time, someone else will help you waste it.