The idea that after this war life will continue 'normally' or even that culture might be 'rebuilt' - as if the rebuilding of culture were not already its negation - is idiotic.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

That all men are alike is exactly what society would like to hear. It considers actual or imagined differences as stigmas indicating that not enough has yet been done; that something has still been left outside its machinery, not quite determined by its totality.

The task of art today is to bring chaos into order. Artistic productivity is the capacity for being voluntarily involuntary.

The new human type cannot be properly understood without awareness of what he is continuously exposed to from the world of things about him, even in his most secret innervations.

None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.

People know what they want because they know what other people want.