There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world.

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.

In the same way that we need statesmen to spare us the abjection of exercising power, we need scholars to spare us the abjection of learning.

The sad thing about artificial intelligence is that it lacks artifice and therefore intelligence.

Television knows no night. It is perpetual day. TV embodies our fear of the dark, of night, of the other side of things.

It is always the same: once you are liberated, you are forced to ask who you are.