Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

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.

Everywhere One Seeks To Produce Meaning, To Make The World Signify, To Render It Visible. We Are Not, However, In Danger Of Lacking Meaning; Quite The Contrary, We Are Gorged With Meaning And It Is Killing Us.

Every Woman Is Like A Time-zone. She Is A Nocturnal Fragment Of Your Journey. She Brings You Unflaggingly Closer To The Next Night.

When The Real Is No Longer What It Used To Be, Nostalgia Assumes Its Full Meaning.

Disneyland Is Presented As Imaginary In Order To Make Us Believe That The Rest Is Real.