Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

There's not much need for prophets who are in synch with their society.

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

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

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.

One must have tradition in oneself, to hate it properly.

When all actions are mathematically calculated, they also take on a stupid quality.