Love is the ability to discover similarities in the dis-similar. The audience has a right not to be fooled - even if it insists on being fooled.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.

In the end indignation over kitsch is anger at tis shameless revelling in the joy of imitation.

Very evil people cannot really be imagined dying.

To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.

The inadequacy of the purely purpose-oriented form is revealed for what it is-a monotonous, impoverished boring practicality.