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

The man for whom time stretches out painfully is one waiting in vain, disappointed at not finding tomorrow already continuing yesterday.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

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

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.

To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.

To say 'we' and mean 'I' is one of the most recondite insults.