The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

The individual mirrors in his individuation the preordained social laws of exploitation, however mediated.

Rampant technolgy eliminates luxury, but not by declaring privilege a human right; rather, it does so by both raising the general standard of living and cutting off the possibility of fulfilment.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.

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.