If someone asks, ‘But what in the end is a philosopher?’ I would say ‘A philosopher is a human being who fights in theory.’

In truth, ideology has very little to do with 'consciousness', even supposing this term to have an unambiguous meaning. It is profoundly unconscious, even when it presents itself in a reflected form.

Ideology represents the imaginary relationship of individuals to their real conditions of existence.

Philosophy is, in the last instance, class struggle in the field of theory.

To philosophize with open eyes is to philosophize in the dark. Only the blind can look straight at the sun.

Ideology... is indispensable in any society if men are to be formed, transformed and equipped to respond to the demands of their conditions of existence.

The ultimate condition of production is therefore the reproduction of the conditions of production

In the battle that is philosophy all the techniques of war, including looting and camouflage, are permissible.

It is characteristic of ideology to impose self-evident facts as self-evident facts.

There is no such thing as an innocent reading, we must ask what reading we are guilty of.

Always blow your own trumpet, blowing someone else’s is unhygienic

Then all the charm Is broken--all that phantom-world so fair Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, And each mis-shape the other.

In our endeavors to recall to memory something long forgotten, we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance, without being able, in the end, to remember.

No one gave us life, we're the products of an explosion.

I have learned through time that not everyone is interested in the kinds of things that fascinate me.

Only when your consciousness is totally focused on the moment you are in can you receive whatever gift, lesson, or delight that moment has to offer.

You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.

I couldn't walk for almost three years. That was the greatest thing that happened. Instead of dancing, I sang.

Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

as everybody knows, truthfulness and agreeable manners are often divorced on the ground of incompatibility.