Never Stop Writing Because You

As Long As There Is Still One Beggar Around, There Will Still Be Myth.

Nothing Is Poorer Than A Truth Expressed As It Was Thought. Committed To Writing In Such Cases, It Is Not Even A Bad Photograph. Truth Wants To Be Startled Abruptly, At One Stroke, From Her Self-immersion, Whether By Uproar, Music Or Cries For Help.

History Breaks Down Into Images, Not Into Stories.

Mechanical Reproduction Emancipates The Work Of Art From Its Parasitical Dependence On Ritual.

Never Stop Writing Because You Have Run Out Of Ideas.