Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.
History does not merely touch on language, but takes place in it.
In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.
Dialectic thought is an attempt to break through the coercion of logic by its own means.
For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.
And how comfortless is the thought that the sickness of the normal does not necessarily imply as its opposite the health of the sick, but that the latter usually only present, in a different way, the same disastrous pattern.