In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

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

Kitsch parodies catharsis...It is in vain to try to draw the boundaries abstractly between aesthetic fiction and kitsch's emotional plunder. It is a poison admixed to all art; excising it is today one of art's despairing efforts.

In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.

Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.

The objective tendency of the Enlightenment, to wipe out the power of images over man, is not matched by any subjective progress on the part of enlightened thinking towards freedom from images.