The proverbial notion of historical distance consists in our having lost ninety-five of every hundred original facts, so the remaining ones can be arranged however one likes.

You see how wrong I go, how ridiculous I'm making myself in your eyes by keeping on guessing wrong like this! Doesn't that help you to come out with it? Come on now!

Is not art a tool we employ to peel the kitsch off life? Layer by layer art strips life bare. The more abstract it gets, the more transparent the air is. Can it be that the farther it is removed from life, the clearer art becomes?

A man can't be angry at his own time without suffering some damage.

And what would you do, ... if you could rule the world for a day? I suppose I would have no choice but to abolish reality.

One must conform to the baseness of an age or become neurotic.

The truth is not a crystal that can be slipped into one's pocket, but an endless current into which one falls headlong.