In conditions of private property ... "life-activity" stands in the service of property instead of property standing the service of free life-activity.

The truth of art lies in its power to break the monopoly of established reality to define what is real.

Under the rule of a repressive whole, liberty can be made into a powerful instrument of domination.

Art cannot change the world, but it can contribute to changing the consciousness and drives of the men and women who could change the world.

The spontaneous reproduction of superimposed needs by the individual does not establish autonomy; it only testifies to the efficacy of the control.

The Superego, in censoring the unconscious and in implanting conscience, also censors the censor.

Most people are afraid of freedom. They are conditioned to be afraid of it.

There is no free society without silence, without the internal and external spaces of solitude in which the individual freedom can develop.

The music of the soul is also the music of salesmanship. Exchange value, not truth value counts. On it centers the rationality of the status quo, and all alien rationality is bent to It.

Free election of masters does not abolish the masters or the slaves.

Entertainment and learning are not opposites; entertainment may be the most effective mode of learning.

No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar

Every human heart cries and yearns for the same thing: a chance to fulfill his or her own dreams and desires. Even the poorest man has a dream.

I will support Iraqis and Syrians fighting to reclaim their communities.

And the world so hard to understand is the world you can't live without.

I got here the same way the coin did.

Human life-everybody lives it, but only to a few is it known.

Magic is antiphysics, so it can't really exist. But is shares one thing with science. I can explain the principle behind a good science experiment in 15 seconds; the same way with magic.

You all want to know what is my dream? Very simple. To walk along the beach, holding the hand of my lover.

The truth is just an excuse for lack of imagination.

What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.