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.

In the end, glorification of splendid underdogs is nothing other than glorification of the splendid system that makes them so.

He who matures early lives in anticipation.

It is barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz.

The good man is he who rules himself as he does his own property: his autonomous being is modelled on material power.

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

The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.