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

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

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

The first and only principle of sexual ethics: the accuser is always in the wrong.

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.