In the fields with which we are concerned, knowledge comes only in flashes. The text is the thunder rolling long afterward.
Walter BenjaminIn the end, we get older, we kill everyone who loves us through the worries we give them, through the troubled tenderness we inspire in them, and the fears we ceaselessly cause.
Walter BenjaminHe who observes etiquette but objects to lying is like someone who dresses fashionably but wears no vest.
Walter BenjaminBourgeois existence is the regime of private affairs . . . and the family is the rotten, dismal edifice in whose closets and crannies the most ignominious instincts are deposited. Mundane life proclaims the total subjugation of eroticism to privacy.
Walter Benjamin