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

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.

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.

There is no true life within a false life.

The film has succeeded in transforming subjects so indistinguishably into social functions, that those wholly encompassed, no longer aware of any conflict, enjoy their own dehumanization as something human, as the joy of warmth. The total interconnectedness of the culture industry, omitting nothing, is one with total social delusion.