baudrillard,

Identity is a dream that is pathetically absurd. You dream of being yourself when you have nothing better to do. You dream of yourself and gaining recognition when you have lost all singularity. Today we no longer fight for sovereignty or for glory, but for identity. Sovereignty was a mastery; identity is merely a reference. Sovereignty was adventurous; identity is linked to security (and also to the systems of verification which identify you). Identity is this obsession with appropriation of the liberated being, but a being liberated in sterile conditions, no longer knowing what he is. It is a label of existence without qualities. Now, all energies - the energies of minorities and entire peoples, the energies of individuals - are concentrated today on that derisory affirmation, that prideless assertion: I am! I exist! I’m alive, I’m called so-and-so, I’m European! A hopeless affirmation, in fact, since when you need to prove the obvious, it is by no means obvious.
—  Jean Baudrillard - Impossible Exchange 
At the absolute north, north no longer exists. Things can come only from the south. At the heart of the social, the social no longer exists. Things can come only from elsewhere. At the heart of the subject, the subject no longer exists. Things can come only from elsewhere.
—  Jean Baudrillard, Fragments
How many faces, how many bodies can you recognize, with your eyes closed, only by touching them? Have you ever closed your eyes and acted unconsciously? Or loved someone so blindly, you could almost feel their energy in a dark room and be moved by the powerful touch of their ideas?
—  Jean Baudrillard, Journal, 1981
Disneyland is there to conceal the fact that it is the ‘real’ country, all of 'real’ America, which is Disneyland (just as prisons are there to conceal the fact that it is the social in its entirety, in its banal omnipresence, which is carceral). Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real, when in fact all of Los Angeles and the America surrounding it are no longer real, but of the order of the hyperreal and of simulation. It is no longer a question of a false representation of reality (ideology), but of concealing the fact that the real is no longer real, and thus of saving the reality principle.
—  Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulations
The mutual antagonism of passion, the duality, trinity, plurality of ‘souls in a single breast’: very unhealthy; inner ruin; destructive; betraying and intensifying an inner conflict and anarchism, unless one passion eventually becomes master…. The most interesting people belong in this category, the chameleons; they are not in contradiction with themselves… but they have no development - their various states lie side by side, even if they are separated up to seven times. They change, but they do not become. (Nietzsche)
—  from Jean Baudrillard - Impossible Exchange
The mutual antagonism of passion, the duality, trinity, plurality of ‘souls in a single breast’: very unhealthy; inner ruin; destructive; betraying and intensifying an inner conflict and anarchism, unless one passion eventually becomes master…. The most interesting people belong in this category, the chameleons; they are not in contradiction with themselves… but they have no development - their various states lie side by side, even if they are separated up to seven times. They change, but they do not become. (Nietzsche)
—  Jean Baudrillard - Impossible Exchange
All things considered, what we look for in other people is perhaps the same gentle deterritorialization we look for in travel. The temptation of exile in the desire of another and of journey across that desire come to be substituted for one’s own desire and for discovery. Often looks and amorous gestures already have the distance of exile, language expatriates itself into words which are afraid to mean, the body is like a hologram, gentle on the eye and soft to the touch, and can thus easily be striated in all directions by desire like an aerial space. We move circumspectly within our emotions, passing from one to another, on a mental planet made up of convolutions. And we bring back the same transparent memories from our excesses and passions as we do from our travels.
—  Jean Baudrillard, Cool Memories