To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
A series of accidents creates a positively light-hearted state, out of consideration for this strange power. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
In years to come cities will stretch out horizontally and will be non-urban (Los Angeles). After that, they will bury themselves in… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
Depression moods lead, almost invariably, to accidents. But, when they occur, our mood changes again, since the accident shows we can draw… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“The whole gestural system of work was also obscene, in sharp contrast to the miniaturized and abstract gestural system of control to which it… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“We will live in this world, which for us has all the disquieting strangeness of the desert and of the simulacrum, with all the… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of the cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
The sickly cultural pathos which the whole of France indulges in, that fetishism of the cultural heritage. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
“We need a visible past, a visible continuum, a visible myth of origin to reassure us as to our ends, since ultimately we have… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere and screened as our… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
If everything is perfect, language is useless. This is true for animals. If animals don't speak, it's because everything's perfect for them. If one… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
There exists, between people in love, a kind of capital held by each. This is not just a stock of affects or pleasure, but… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
When the real is no longer what it used to be, nostalgia assumes its full meaning. — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
With the truth, you need to get rid of it as soon as possible and pass it on to someone else. As with illness,… — Jean Baudrillard Copy Share Image
