I belonged to the generation that grew up under National Socialism, and was blinded and led astray - and allowed itself to be led astray.

Can it be that action is active resignation? Something is trying to develop; it moves ever so slightly, and there comes your man of action and bashes in the hothouse windows.

If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle - absolute busyness - then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy - and without consciousness.

[To be an artist,] this desire to conquer all with images.

One of the mistakes the Germans made ... was that they were not brave enough to be afraid.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.

Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings.