Auschwitz begins wherever someone looks at a slaughterhouse and thinks: they’re only animals.
For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.
Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.
Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.
When all actions are mathematically calculated, they also take on a stupid quality.
Modernity is a qualitative, not a chronological, category.