We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

Believing: it means believing in our own lies. And I can say that I am grateful that I got this lesson very early.

Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas.

Art is uncompromising and life is full of compromises.

Information networks straddle the world. Nothing remains concealed. But the sheer volume of information dissolves the information. We are unable to take it all in.

We already have the statistics for the future: the growth percentages of pollution, overpopulation, desertification. The future is already in place.

If work and leisure are soon to be subordinated to this one utopian principle – absolute busyness – then utopia and melancholy will come to coincide: an age without conflict will dawn, perpetually busy – and without consciousness.