In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.
It is entirely up to us to invent our own lives.
Daily life is governed by an economic system in which the production and consumption of insults tends to balance out.
Our task is not to rediscover nature but to remake it.
The key is within each of us. No instructions come with it.
People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth.
We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.
As poverty has been reduced in terms of mere survival, it has become more profound in terms of our way of life.
Who wants a world in which the guarantee that we shall not die of starvation entails the risk of dying of boredom?
There are more truths in twenty-four hours of a man’s life than in all the philosophies.