Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.

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.

Dialectic thought is an attempt to break through the coercion of logic by its own means.

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

As a constellation, theoretical thought circles the concept it would like to unseal, hoping that it may fly open like the lock of a well-guarded safe-deposit box: in response, not to a single key or a single number, but to a combination of numbers