History breaks down into images, not into stories.

Experience has taught me that the shallowest of communist platitudes contains more of a hierarchy of meaning than contemporary bourgeois profundity.

Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.

The film is the first art form capable of demonstrating how matter plays tricks on man.

Capitalism is a purely cultic religion, perhaps the most extreme that ever existed.

In other words, the unique value of the "authentic" work of art has its basis in ritual, the location of its original use value. This ritualistic basis, however remote, is still recognizable as secularized ritual even in the most profane forms of the cult of beauty.

I am unpacking my library. Yes I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order.