In his state of complete powerlessness the individual perceives the time he has left to live as a brief reprieve.

There are no more ideologies in the authentic sense of false consciousness, only advertisements for the world through its duplication and the provocative lie which does not seek belief but commands silence.

What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.

Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.

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.

Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric.

Only a humanity to whom death has become as indifferent as its members, that has itself died, can inflict it administratively on innumerable people.