In the age of the individual's liquidation, the question of individuality must be raised anew.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

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.

When I made my theoretical model, I could not have guessed that people would try to realise it with Molotov cocktails.

Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.

The human is indissolubly linked with imitation: a human being only becomes human at all by imitating other human beings.

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