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.

Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

To say 'we' and mean 'I' is one of the most recondite insults.

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.

Thinking no longer means anymore than checking at each moment whether one can indeed think.

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

As a constellation, theoretical thought circles the concept it would like to unseal, hoping that it may fly open like the lock of a well-guarded safe-deposit box: in response, not to a single key or a single number, but to a combination of numbers