None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

The need to let suffering speak is a condition of all truth. For suffering is objectivity that weighs upon the subject

There are no more ideologies in the authentic sense of false consciousness, only advertisements for the world through its duplication and the provocative lie which does not seek belief but commands silence.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

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

The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.

If across the Atlantic the ideology was pride, here it is delivering the goods.