The joke of our time is the suicide of intention.

It is barbaric to write poetry after Auschwitz.

The dialectic cannot stop short before the conceptsof health and sickness, nor indeed before their siblings reason and unreason.

Tact is the discrimination of differences. It consists in conscious deviations.

There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them.

Estrangement shows itself precisely in the elimination of distance between people.

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