The lie has long since lost its honest function of misrepresenting reality. Nobody believes anybody, everyone is in the know. Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.

Very evil people cannot really be imagined dying.

Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.

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

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.