Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

So the experience of death is turned into that of the exchange of functionaries, and anything in the natural relationship to death that is not wholly absorbed into the social one is turned over to hygiene. In being seen as no more than the exit of a living creature from the social combine, death has been domesticated: dying merely confirms the absolute irrelevance of the natural organism in face of the social absolute.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Fascism is itself less 'ideological', in so far as it openly proclaims the principle of domination that is elsewhere concealed.

Kitsch parodies catharsis...It is in vain to try to draw the boundaries abstractly between aesthetic fiction and kitsch's emotional plunder. It is a poison admixed to all art; excising it is today one of art's despairing efforts.

Proletarian language is dictated by hunger. The poor chew words to fill their bellies.

When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.