The aim of jazz is the mechanical reproduction of a regressive moment, a castration symbolism. 'Give up your masculinity, let yourself be castrated,' the eunuchlike sound of the jazz band both mocks and proclaims, 'and you will be rewarded, accepted into a fraternity which shares the mystery of impotence with you, a mystery revealed at the moment of the initiation rite.

But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.

He who matures early lives in anticipation.

Domination delegates the physical violence on which it rests to the dominated.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

He who integrates is lost.