As a constellation, theoretical thought circles the concept it would like to unseal, hoping that it may fly open like the lock of a well-guarded safe-deposit box: in response, not to a single key or a single number, but to a combination of numbers

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.

Kitsch evokes a future utopia looking back at a past that is selectively (mis)remembered, thereby helping to stabilize the present toward which kitsch is otherwise deeply anatagonistic.

Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.

To say 'we' and mean 'I' is one of the most recondite insults.

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

Very evil people cannot really be imagined dying.