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If I Won A Few Billion In The Lottery, I Would Create An Institute Where People Who Would Like To Die Would Come Spend A Weekend, A Week, Or A Month In Pleasure, Under Drugs Perhaps, In Order To Disappear Afterward, As If Erased.

Truth Is Undoubtedly The Sort Of Error That Cannot Be Refuted Because It Was Hardened Into An Unalterable Form In The Long Baking Process Of History

Do Not Ask Who I Am And Do Not Ask Me To Remain The Same. More Than One Person, Doubtless Like Me, Writes In Order To Have No Face.

What Strikes Me Is The Fact That In Our Society, Art Has Become Something Which Is Related Only To Objects And Not To Individuals, Or To Life. That Art Is Something Which Is Specialized Or Which Is Done By Experts Who Are Artists. But Couldn't Everyone's Life Become A Work Of Art? Why Should The Lamp Or The House Be An Art Object, But Not Our Life?

Domination Is Not That Solid And Global Kind Of Domination That One Person Exercises Over Others, Or One Group Over Another, But The Manifold Forms Of Domination That Can Be Exercised Within Society.