“That week we tried everything to bury our heads in the sand. But the problem remains the same world over; the sand is never quite deep enough.”

“Some people simply bury their heads in the sand and refuse to think about the sorrow of the world, but this is an unwise course, because, if we are entirely unprepared, the tragedy of life can be devastating.”

“Burying your head in the sand does not make you invisible it only leads to suffocation.”

“When you bury your head in the sand, at least you don't get slapped in the face.”

“We will live in this world, which for us has all the disquieting strangeness of the desert and of the simulacrum, with all the veracity of living phantoms, of wandering and simulating animals that capital, that the death of capital has made of us—because the desert of cities is equal to the desert of sand—the jungle of signs is equal to that of the forests—the vertigo of simulacra is equal to that of nature—only the vertiginous seduction of a dying system remains, in which work buries work, in which value buries value—leaving a virgin, sacred space without pathways, continuous as Bataille wished it, where only the wind lifts the sand, where only the wind watches over the sand.”

“We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.”