The very beginning of Genesis tells us that God created man in order to give him dominion over fish and fowl and all creatures. Of course, Genesis was written by a man, not a horse.

...in our time art is encrusted with a noisy, opaque, logorrhea of theory that prevents a work from coming into direct, media free, non-interpreted contact with its viewer (its reader, its listener)

People are going deaf because music is played louder and louder, but because they're going deaf, it has to be played louder still.

Culture is perishing in overproduction, in an avalanche of words, in the madness of quantity.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Young is the one that plunges in the future and never looks back.

So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game.