Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.

People know what they want because they know what other people want.

Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.

As a constellation, theoretical thought circles the concept it would like to unseal, hoping that it may fly open like the lock of a well-guarded safe-deposit box: in response, not to a single key or a single number, but to a combination of numbers

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

Exuberant health is always, as such, sickness also.