The work of memory collapses time.

If mythic violence is lawmaking, divine violence is law-​destroying; if the former sets boundaries, the latter boundlessly destroys them; if mythic violence brings at once guilt and retribution, divine power only expiates; if the former threatens, the latter strikes; if the former is bloody, the latter is lethal without spilling blood

Rather than ask, What is the attitude of a work to the relations of production of its time? I should like to ask, What is its position in them.

In the fields with which we are concerned, knowledge comes only in flashes. The text is the thunder rolling long afterward.

All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war.

To the lover the loved one always appears as solitary.

The work of memory collapses time.