“Uniqueness is the commodity of glut.”

“I have two foes in the world, twins inextricably interrelated -- the hunger of the hungry and the glut of the glutted!”

“What a glut of books! Who can read them?”

“In meinen Adern welches Feuer! In meinem Herzen welche Glut!”

“Every given commodity fights for itself, cannot acknowledge the others, and attempts to impose itself everywhere as if it were the only one. The spectacle, then is the epic poem of this struggle, an epic which cannot be concluded by the fall of any Troy. The spectacle does not sign the praises of men and their weapons, but of commodities and their passions. In this blind struggle every commodity, pursuing its passion, unconsciously realizes something higher: the becoming-world of the commodity, which is also the becoming-commodity of the world. Thus, by means of a ruse of commodity logic, what's specific in the commodity wears itself out in the fight while the commodity-form moves toward its absolute realization.”

“Sweet words are like honey, a little may refresh, but too much gluts the stomach.”