Allegories Are, In The Realm Of Thought,

What We Must Demand From The Photographer Is The Ability To Put Such A Caption Beneath His Picture As Will Rescue It From The Ravages Of Modishness And Confer Upon It A Revolutionary Use Value.

I Would Like To Metamorphose Into A Mouse-mountain.

Rather Than Ask, What Is The Attitude Of A Work To The Relations Of Production Of Its Time? I Should Like To Ask, What Is Its Position In Them.

Language Has Unmistakably Made Plain That Memory Is Not An Instrument For Exploring The Past But Its Theater. It Is The Medium Of Past Experience, Just As The Earth Is The Medium In Which Dead Cities Lie Buried.

The Distracted Person, Too, Can Form Habits.