Intelligence is a moral category.

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

There are no more ideologies in the authentic sense of false consciousness, only advertisements for the world through its duplication and the provocative lie which does not seek belief but commands silence.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

The dialectic cannot stop short before the conceptsof health and sickness, nor indeed before their siblings reason and unreason.

In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

There is no love that is not an echo.