Art Is No Longer Anything More Than

The Price We Pay For The Complexity Of Life Is Too High.

Neither Dead Nor Alive, The Hostage Is Suspended By An Incalculable Outcome. It Is Not His Destiny That Awaits For Him, Nor His Own Death, But Anonymous Chance, Which Can Only Seem To Him Something Absolutely Arbitrary. He Is In A State Of Radical Emergency, Of Virtual Extermination.

Postmodernity Is The Simultaneity Of The Destruction Of Earlier Values And Their Reconstruction. It Is Renovation Within Ruination.

The Surprises Of Thought Are Like Those Of Love: They Wear Out. But Here Too You Can Carry On For A Long Time Doing Your Conjugal Duty.

I Hesitate To Deposit Money In A Bank. I Am Afraid I Shall Never Dare To Take It Out Again. When You Go To Confession And Entrust Your Sins To The Safe-keeping Of The Priest, Do You Ever Come Back For Them?