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It is not the figure of seduction that is mysterious, but that of the subject tormented by his own desire or his own image.
— Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories, translation by Chris Turner (via frenchtwist)
Dying is nothing, you have to know how to disappear.
— Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories, translation by Chris Turner (via frenchtwist)
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.
— Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via frenchtwist)
If there is to be art, if there is to be any aesthetic doing and seeing, one physiological condition is indispensable: frenzy.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Götzen-Dämmerung (Twilight of the Idols), translation by Walter Kaufmann (via frenchtwist)
Seduction involves the appeal of destroying that which seduces us.
— Georges Bataille, L’érotisme (via frenchtwist)
Art in the service of illusion — that is our cult.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy (via frenchtwist)
For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy…
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando (via liquidnight)
The night stared me in the face, amorphous, blind, infinite, without frontiers. Not a single star relieved the darkness behind the glass.
— Stanisław Lem, Solaris (via frenchtwist)
Life is not, and death is a dream. Suffering has invented them both as self-justification. Man alone is torn between an unreality and an illusion.
— E.M. Cioran, Tears and Saints (via frenchtwist)
There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
— Federico Fellini, Fellini on Fellini, translated by Isabel Quigly (via frenchtwist)
