Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

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

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

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.

The thought that murders the wish that fathered it will be overtaken by the revenge of stupidity