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

Technology is making gestures precise and brutal, and with them men.

Thus is order ensured: some have to play the game because they cannot otherwise live, and those who could live otherwise are kept out because they do not want to play the game. It is as if the class from which independent intellectuals have defected takes its revenge, by pressing its demands home in the very domain where the deserter seeks refuge.

Auschwitz begins wherever someone looks at a slaughterhouse and thinks: they’re only animals.

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

Everything about art has become problematic; its inner life, its relation to society, even its right to exist.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order. Artistic productivity is the capacity for being voluntarily involuntary.