“I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of murder.”
Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. I use the word “love” here not merely in the personal sense but as a state of being, or a state of grace – not in the infantile American sense of being made happy but in the tough and universal sense of quest and daring and growth.
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time
The alienation of the spectator to the profit of the contemplated object (which is the result of his own unconscious activity) is expressed in the following way: the more he contemplates the less he lives; the more he accepts recognizing himself in the dominant images of need, the less he understands his own existence and his own desires. The externality of the spectacle in relation to the active man appears in the fact that his own gestures are no longer his but those of another who represents them to him. This is why the spectator feels at home nowhere, because the spectacle is everywhere.
— Guy Debord, The Society of the Spectacle, 1967.
[T]hat is what you do when you breathe, you trespass,
again and again you trespass on the world.
— Karl Ove Knausgaard, My Struggle, Book One, p 341.