Rampant technolgy eliminates luxury, but not by declaring privilege a human right; rather, it does so by both raising the general standard of living and cutting off the possibility of fulfilment.
Everybody must have projects all the time. The maximum must be extracted from leisure ... The whole of life must look like a job, and by this resemblance conceal what is not yet directly devoted to pecuniary gain.
To hate destructiveness, one must hate life as well: only death is an image of undistorted life ... organic life is an illness peculiar to our unlovely planet.
There is no true life within a false life.
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.
But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.
He who matures early lives in anticipation.
Life has become the ideology of its own absence.
Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
Wrong life cannot be lived rightly.
Everything about art has become problematic; its inner life, its relation to society, even its right to exist.