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

Everything about art has become problematic; its inner life, its relation to society, even its right to exist.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order. Artistic productivity is the capacity for being voluntarily involuntary.

When all actions are mathematically calculated, they also take on a stupid quality.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.