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

Jazz is the false liquidation of art - instead of utopia becoming reality it disappears from the picture.

Intelligence is a moral category.

He who integrates is lost.

There is no right life in the wrong one.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.