In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

There's not much need for prophets who are in synch with their society.

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

The thought that murders the wish that fathered it will be overtaken by the revenge of stupidity

Estrangement shows itself precisely in the elimination of distance between people.