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

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

The film has succeeded in transforming subjects so indistinguishably into social functions, that those wholly encompassed, no longer aware of any conflict, enjoy their own dehumanization as something human, as the joy of warmth. The total interconnectedness of the culture industry, omitting nothing, is one with total social delusion.

Freud made the discovery- quite genuinely, simply through working on his own material- that the more deeply one explores the phenomena of human individuation, the more unreservedly one grasps the individual as a self-contained and dynamic entity, the closer one draws to that in the individual which is really no longer individual.

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.

The human is indissolubly linked with imitation: a human being only becomes human at all by imitating other human beings.

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