Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of

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

The True Picture Of The Past Flits By. The Past Can Be Seized Only As An Image Which Flashes Up At The Instant When It Can Be Recognized And Is Never Seen Again.

Ideas Are To Objects As Constellations Are To Stars [translated From Trauerspiel, 1928].

The Art Of Storytelling Is Reaching Its End Because The Epic Side Of Truth, Wisdom, Is Dying Out.

You Could Tell A Lot About A Man By The Books He Keeps - His Tastes, His Interest, His Habits.