What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

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

Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.

People at the top are closing ranks so tightly that all possibility of subjective deviation has gone, and difference can be sought only in the more distinguished cut of an evening dress.

Dissonance is the truth about harmony.