The task of art today is to bring chaos into order. Artistic productivity is the capacity for being voluntarily involuntary.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Knowledge, which is power, knows no limits, either in its enslavement of creation or in its deference to worldly masters.

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

If they want to see me, here I am. If they want to see my clothes, open my closet and show them my suits.

If your life becomes only a medium of production, then many of the good human values and characteristics will be lost.

I had reached a point in my career in which I was ready to try something new in my writing, and the idea of a novel has always been in the back of my mind.

I don't like the climate in which writers have to work in the USA and I think it's my responsibility to talk about it.

Best advice that I ever got is to do whatever it takes to make myself happy, so that I'll be able to make others happy. If I'm not happy, I can't make other people happy.

I expect my life to end pretty soon. You know, I'm 71 years old. I have great faith, though. I have unshakable faith.

I like The Big Lebowski. The Dude is my man. My brother and I can quote that.

When he moves, a streetlight stabs him, and the words flow out like blood.

Coach Hedge shouted, 'Let the movie star go, you big ugly cupcake! Or I'm gonna plant my hoof right up your...

Oh! death will find me, long before I tire Of watching for you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land!