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

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

The lie has long since lost its honest function of misrepresenting reality. Nobody believes anybody, everyone is in the know. Lies are told only to convey to someone that one has no need either of him or his good opinion.

Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.

An emancipated society, on the other hand, would not be a unitary state, but the realization of universality in the reconciliation of differences.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.