Even the loveliest dream bears like a blemish its difference from reality, the awareness that what it grants is mere illusion.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.

He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

In the abstract conception of universal wrong, all concrete responsibility vanishes.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.