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

Everything that has ever been called folk art has always reflected domination.

In the end the soul is itself the longing of the soulless for salvation.

The first and only principle of sexual ethics: the accuser is always in the wrong.

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

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.