"People don't love each other at our age —they please each other, that's all. Later on when you're old and impotent, you can love somebody. At our age, you just think you do. That's all it is.”

“I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.”

"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness."

"He loved the people just as much as he feared and detested persons.”

"Animals have no unconscious, because they have a territory. Men have only had an unconscious since they lost a territory.”

"It is horrible to think that the world could one day be filled with nothing but those little cogs, little men clinging to little jobs and striving towards bigger one."

“...specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart; this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved.”

”Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom.”

"The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,

For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating.

The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting,

To be owned, to be cherished, to be fucked for the naming.

The public are shocked by the state of society,

But as for you, you're a breath of purity.

Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes,

You can pack them away with the rest of your lies."

"I'm losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless."

"...and so all I say is: we have to try and get rid of it. We've done everything humanly possible to take care of it and to put up with it; I don't think anyone can blame us in the least."

“He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.”

“Everything is what it is, that's all. If we keep attaching meanings and mysteries to everything we perceive, everything we see that is, and to everything that goes on inside us, we are bound to go crazy sooner or later, I thought.”

"I'm unclean, a libertine

And every time you vent your spleen,

I seem to lose the power of speech,

Your slipping slowly from my reach."

"But certainly for the present age, which prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, fancy to reality, the appearance to the essence, this change, inasmuch as it does away with illusion, is an absolute annihilation, or at least a reckless profanation; for in these days illusion only is sacred, truth profane."

"We are discontinuous beings, individuals who perish in isolation in the midst of an incomprehensible adventure, but we yearn for our lost continuity..."

"Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.”

"It struck him that the truly characteristic thing about modern life was not its cruelty and insecurity, but simply its bareness, its dinginess, its listlessness. Life, if you looked about you, bore no resemblance not only to the lies that streamed out of the telescreens..."

"He was already dead, he reflected. It seemed to him that

it was only now, when he had begun to be able to formulate

his thoughts, that he had taken the decisive step. The consequences

of every act are included in the act itself."

"Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters in your skull.”

"Being tired of all illusions and of everything about illusions – the loss of illusions, the uselessness of having them, the prefatigue of having to have them in order to lose them, the sadness of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have to end this way.”

"Being tired of all illusions and of everything about illusions – the loss of illusions, the uselessness of having them, the prefatigue of having to have them in order to lose them, the sadness of having had them, the intellectual shame of having had them knowing that they would have to end this way.”

"In order to understand, I destroyed myself.”

"The phallic malady is epidemic and systemic... each individual male in the patriarchy is aware of his relative power in the scheme of things.... He knows that his actions are supported by the twin pillars of the State of man - the brotherhood ritual of political exigency and the brotherhood ritual of a sexual thrill in dominance."

"Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many pains, disappointments and impossible tasks. In order to bear it we cannot dispense with palliative measures... There are perhaps three such measures: powerful deflections, which cause us to make light of our misery; substitutive satisfactions, which diminish it; and intoxicating substances, which make us insensible to it.”

"In fucking and in all the other sectors of her existence, The Young Girl acts as a formidable mechanism for the annulment of negativity.

Because The Young Girl is the living presence of everything that wishes us a humane death, she's not just the purest product of the Spectacle, but the plastic proof of the love that we give it. She's the path down which we follow our own loss of self."

"You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty, and then we shall fill you with ourselves.”

"They say the family is coming back, that the couple is coming back. But the family that’s coming back is not the same one that went away. Its return is nothing but a deepening of the reigning separation that it serves to mask, becoming what it is through this masquerade. Everyone can testify to the rations of sadness condensed from year to year in family gatherings, the forced smiles, the awkwardness of seeing everyone pretending in vain, the feeling that a corpse is lying there on the table, and everyone acting as though it were nothing."

"They say the family is coming back, that the couple is coming back. But the family that’s coming back is not the same one that went away. Its return is nothing but a deepening of the reigning separation that it serves to mask, becoming what it is through this masquerade. Everyone can testify to the rations of sadness condensed from year to year in family gatherings, the forced smiles, the awkwardness of seeing everyone pretending in vain, the feeling that a corpse is lying there on the table, and everyone acting as though it were nothing."

"Indeed, the whole of our social arrangements may be likened to a perpetual comedy; and this is why a man who is worth anything finds society so insipid, while a blockhead is quite at home in it."

“I am free and that is why I am lost.”

"Black atmosphere devours in the silence floating ships
Unable to resist in vain they fight against infinity
Seven years ago they`ve reached a wall of inhumanity
Impossible to kill the space and supermassive gravity"

“Love...no such thing.

Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. 

Self interest exists, attachment based on personal gain exists, complacency exists. But not love. Love has to be reinvented, that’s certain.”

“I could not become anything; neither good nor bad; neither a scoundrel nor an honest man; neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.”

“A real gentleman, even if he loses everything he owns, must show no emotion."

"The commodity is the materialization of a relationship, and the Young-Girl is its incarnation.
The Young-Girl is today the commodity the most in demand: the human commodity."

"And it's true that in all societies where people cannot engage in free activity, fuck is the general abstract equivalent, the degree zero of all activity.

...that is, to fuck someone without really fucking any one singular person. Because to ‘fuck’ with a being that's so completely abstract, so effectively interchangeable, is to fuck with the absolute."

"Your tactile eyes is running over glossy paper,
Printed on with tactile lies of glaze and gause.
They say, "Forget yourself, adorn with this disguise",
This womanhood of smooth and tampered whores.
Let me warn you of their cold sensitivity,
They'll have you gathered in a trap of glass.
Is your reflection all that you will recognise?"
That cruel lie will stare you in the face.

"Do not go gentle into that good night…Rage, rage against the dying of the light...”

"Now all sense of good things has gone from your mind and all you can think of is the sky empty like a huge TV screen. The TV makes you feel sick, like too many chocolates, and now the sky disappoints you because it has less action. All you have left as a facsimile of transcendence is champagne & cocaine & tanning beds & sleeping pills."

"My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication--it makes them sociable.
I, however, cannot force myself to
use drugs to cheat on my loneliness--it is all that I have--and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.”

"Offices are made for working in. The beach is made for tanning on. Those who desire entertainment have leisure spaces, discotheques and other amusement parks set up for such purpose. In libraries there are books. In hospices there are old folks. In stadiums there are families. Life is made up of detachable moments. Every moment in its proper place. Everything is in order. No one complains."

“...we are all divorced from life, we are all cripples, every one of us, more or less. We are so divorced from it that we feel at once a sort of loathing for real life, and so cannot bear to be reminded of it.”

"Isn't man so passionately fond of destruction and chaos (and there's no disputing that he's sometimes very fond of them, that really is the case) that he himself instinctively fears achieving his goal and completing the building in the course of erection? How do you know - perhaps he only likes the building from a distance and not at all at close quarters; perhaps he only likes building it and not living in it..."