Only Thought Which Does Violence To Itself

Freedom Would Be Not To Choose Between Black And White But To Abjure Such Prescribed Choices.

If Philosophy Is Still Necessary, It Is So Only In The Way It Has Been From Time Immemorial: As Critique, As Resistance To The Expanding Heteronomy, Even If Only As Thought's Powerless Attempt To Remain Its Own Master And To Convict Of Untruth, By Their Own Criteria, Both A Fabricated Mythology And A Conniving, Resigned Acquiescence.

The Forms Of Art Reflect The History Of Man More Truthfully Than Do Documents Themselves.

In The End, The Writer Is Not Even Allowed To Live In His Writing.

What The Philosophers Once Knew As Life Has Become The Sphere Of Private Existence And Now Of Mere Consumption, Dragged Along As An Appendage Of The Process Of Material Production, Without Autonomy Or Substance Of Its Own.