The obese is in a total delirium. For he is not only large, of a size opposed to normal morphology: he is larger than large. He no longer makes sense in some distinctive opposition, but in his excess, his redundancy. Jean Baudrillard More Quotes by Jean Baudrillard More Quotes From Jean Baudrillard Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors. Jean Baudrillard fake-people mirrors love Forgetting the extermination is part of the extermination itself. Jean Baudrillard extermination forget A woman spent all Christmas Day in a telephone box without ringing anyone. If someone comes to phone, she leaves the box, then resumes her place afterwards. No one calls her either, but from a window in the street, someone watched her all day, no doubt since they had nothing better to do. The Christmas syndrome. Jean Baudrillard phones christmas doubt Smile and others will smile back. Jean Baudrillard your-smile Y a-t-il plus belle parodie de l'éthique de la valeur que de se soumettre avec toute l'intransigeance de la vertu aux données du hasard ou à l'absurdité d'une règle? Jean Baudrillard plus chance art Welcome to the Desert of the Real. Jean Baudrillard welcome desert real The most embarrassing part of the film is that the new problem posed by simulation is confused with its classical, Platonic treatment ... The Matrix is surely the kind of film about the matrix that the matrix would have been able to produce. Jean Baudrillard confused able kind As the end of the century approaches, all our culture is like the culture of flies at the beginning of winter. Having lost their agility, dreamy and demented, they turn slowly about the window in the first icy mists of morning. They give themselves a last wash and brush-up, their oscillated eyes roll, and they fall down the curtains. Jean Baudrillard eye morning fall With the truth, you need to get rid of it as soon as possible and pass it on to someone else. As with illness, this is the only way to be cured of it. The person who keeps truth in his hands has lost. Jean Baudrillard truth hands needs The multiplication of individual sects should not fool us: the important point is that the whole of America is preoccupied with the sect as a moral institution, with its immediate demand for beatification, its material efficacity, its compulsion for justification, and doubtless also with its madness and frenzy. Jean Baudrillard demand important america You have to know how to disappear. Jean Baudrillard disappear know-how knows All of [the] activities here have a surreptitious end-of-the-world feel to them:... these joggers sleepwalking in the mist like shadow's who have escaped from Plato's cave Jean Baudrillard shadow caves plato In its artless cruelty, Dallas is superior to any "intelligent" critique that can be made of it. That is why intellectual snobberymeets its match here. Jean Baudrillard dallas intelligent intellectual There is no human reason to be here, except for the sheer ecstasy of being crowded together. Jean Baudrillard ecstasy reason together Kitschis one of the major categories of the modern object. Knick-knacks, rustic odds-and-ends, souvenirs, lampshades, and African masks: the kitsch-object is collectively this whole plethora of "trashy," sham or faked objects, this whole museum of junk which proliferates everywhere.... Kitsch is the equivalent to the "cliché" in discourse. Jean Baudrillard kitsch odds museums The sickly cultural pathos which the whole of France indulges in, that fetishism of the cultural heritage. Jean Baudrillard indulge-in france heritage I hesitate to deposit money in a bank. I am afraid I shall never dare to take it out again Jean Baudrillard safe-keeping banking bankers In days gone by, we were afraid of dying in dishonor or a state of sin. Nowadays, we are afraid of dying fools. Now the fact is that there is no Extreme Unction to absolve us of foolishness. We endure it here on earth as subjective eternity. Jean Baudrillard days-gone-by dying earth The desert is no longer a landscape, it is a pure form produced by the abstraction of all others. Jean Baudrillard landscape desert form Holidays are in no sense an alternative to the congestion and bustle of cities and work. Quite the contrary. People look to escape into an intensification of the conditions of ordinary life, into a deliberate aggravation of those conditions: further from nature, nearer to artifice, to abstraction, to total pollution, to well above average levels of stress, pressure, concentration and monotony -- this is the ideal of popular entertainment. No one is interested in overcoming alienation; the point is to plunge into it to the point of ecstasy. That is what holidays are for. Jean Baudrillard
