Jean Baudrillard

Terror is as much a part of the concept of truth as runniness is of the concept of jam. We read more

Terror is as much a part of the concept of truth as runniness is of the concept of jam. We wouldn't like jam if it didn't, by its very nature, ooze. We wouldn't like truth if it wasn't sticky, if, from time to time, it didn't ooze blood.

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions read more

We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the read more

Boredom is like a pitiless zooming in on the epidermis of time. Every instant is dilated and magnified like the pores of the face.

The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for read more

The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.

Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we read more

Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we can draw the world in our wake, and that we still retain some degree of power even when our spirits are low. A series of accidents creates a positively light-hearted state, out of consideration for this strange power.