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Danh ngôn của Jean Baudrillard (Sứ mệnh: 6)

Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.
There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.
Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly.
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
At male strip shows, it is still the women that we watch, the audience of women and their eager faces. They are more obscene than if they were dancing naked themselves.
A negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy.
The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.
Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.