All Societies End Up Wearing Masks.

There Exists, Between People In Love, A Kind Of Capital Held By Each. This Is Not Just A Stock Of Affects Or Pleasure, But Also The Possibility Of Playing Double Or Quits With The Share You Hold In The Other's Heart.

The Desert Is No Longer A Landscape, It Is A Pure Form Produced By The Abstraction Of All Others.

This False Distance Is Present Everywhere: In Spy Films, In Godard, In Modern Advertising, Which Uses It Continually As A Cultural Allusion. It Is Not Really Clear In The End Whether This 'cool' Smile Is The Smile Of Humour Or That Of Commercial Complicity. This Is Also The Case With Pop, And Its Smile Ultimately Encapsulates All Its Ambiguity: It Is Not The Smile Of Critical Distance, But The Smile Of Collusion

Business Owners Are Like Joggers. If You Stop A Jogger, He Goes On Running On The Spot. If You Drag An Owner Away From His Business, He Goes On Running On The Spot, Pawing The Ground, Talking Business. He Never Stops Hurtling Onwards, Making Decisions And Executing Them.

Never Resist A Sentence You Like, In Which Language Takes Its Own Pleasure And In Which, After Having Abused It For So Long, You Are Stupefied By Its Innocence.