Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.

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

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.

Proletarian language is dictated by hunger. The poor chew words to fill their bellies.

If time is money, it seems moral to save time, above all one's own, and such parsimony is excused by consideration for others. One is straight-forward.

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness

Today self-consciousness no longer means anything but reflection on the ego as embarrassment, as realization of impotence: knowing that one is nothing.