To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

The dialectic cannot stop short before the conceptsof health and sickness, nor indeed before their siblings reason and unreason.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

Proletarian language is dictated by hunger. The poor chew words to fill their bellies.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness