Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper.

The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open.

I don't want you to sketch this cripple, this freak of nature, I want you to slaughter him, crucify him, to nail him to your paper with charcoal!

We are creating the future.

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.

I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another... of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next... of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis in progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.

The trend is towards the bourgeois-smug.

The naked figure will not get ahead between the mirrors.