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

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

There is no true life within a false life.

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.

Not only is the self entwined in society; it owes society its existence in the most literal sense.

A successful work of art is not one which resolves objective contradictions in a spurious harmony, but one which expresses the idea of harmony negatively by embodying the contradictions, pure and uncompromised, in its innermost structure.

But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.