Cultivate Your Futurism. I'll Cultivate My Döblinism.

The Subject Of The Novel Is Reality Liberated From Soul. The Reader In Complete Independence Presented With A Structured Process:let Him Evaluate It, Not The Author. The Façade Of The Novel Cannot Be Other Than Stone Or Steel, Flashing Electrically Or Dark, But Silent.

You Shouldn't Be A Big Shot About Your Fate. I'm An Enemy Of Destiny, I'm Not A Greek, I'm A Berliner.

The World Is Made Of Sugar And Dirt.

Revolution? Unscrew The Flag-staff, Wrap The Bunting In The Oil Covers, And Put The Thing In The Clothes-chest. Let The Old Lady Bring You Your House-slippers And Untie Your Fiery Red Necktie. You Always Make Revolutions With Your Mugs, Your Republic--nothing But An Industrial Accident.

The German Reich Is A Republic, And Whoever Doesn't Believe It Gets One In The Neck.