It Only Takes A Politician Believing In

The Desert Is A Natural Extension Of The Inner Silence Of The Body.

It Is The Corpse Of The Bourgeoisie That Separates Us. With Us, It Is That Class That Is The Carrier Of The Chromosome Of Banality.

Illusion Is No Longer Possible, Because The Real Is No Longer Possible.

Art Does Not Die Because There Is No More Art. It Dies Because There Is Too Much.

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.