People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, can hold it at bay.

In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.

The world of the commodity is a world upside-down, which bases itself not upon life but upon the transformation of life into work.

Work to survive, survive by consuming, survive to consume; the hellish cycle is complete.

I do not dream of a gentle revolution. My passion runs to the violence of supersession, the ferocity of a life that renounces nothing.

Hope is the leash of submission.