The specific is not exclusive: it lacks the aspiration to totality.

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

Truth is inseperable from the illusory belief that from the figures of the unreal one day, in spite of all, real deliverance will come.

Everything about art has become problematic; its inner life, its relation to society, even its right to exist.

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

Art as a whole is a riddle. Another way of putting this is to say that art expresses something while at the same time hiding it.

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.