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

The hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice.

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.

The poor are prevented from thinking by the discipline of others, the rich by their own.

The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

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.