Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.

Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.

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.

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