Quotes About Critique

You don't sit up in a cave and write the Great American Novel and know it is utterly superb, and then throw it page by page into the fire. You just don't do that. You send it out. You have to send it out.

If we notice a few errors in the work of a proven master, we may and even will often be correct; if we believe, however, that he is completely and utterly mistaken, we are in danger of missing his entire concept.

An editor is an accomplice, looking in from the outside. That objective view is essential. We don't write in a vacuum, and we don't publish in a vacuum.

I have no use for Valentine's Day, with its limited menu and cramped seating.

It's a perfectly valid position to not like Shakespeare.

'Silicon Valley' likes being satirized. They've all been waiting for someone to come along and make fun of it.

If you think 'Game of Thrones' throws around some erroneous, unnecessary nudity, wait til you see 'Silicon Valley.'

I'm attacking the pomposity that says this is more valuable than that. I'm sick of that.

Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value.

It is therefore utterly false to say that Marx revokes the law of value as far as individual commodities are concerned, and maintains it in force solely for the aggregate of these commodities.

I've always been one for show business. I like performing, and I used to get criticized for having production value. But now it's all that! People need to get what they pay for! Otherwise, just listen to recorded music.

It is hard to speak the truth about valued national institutions. But when they are not fit for purpose, we must speak out.

I'm not a comedian. And I'm not sick. The world is sick, and I'm the doctor. I'm a surgeon with a scalpel for false values.

En minä halua kulttuurikriittisiä ja -poliittisia kannanottoja. Minä kaipaan kylmää ryyppyä ja terävää ajattelua.

Suomi Suomi eikö meillä pelata shakkia ja jos pelataan niin millaisia saatanan nappuloita me ollaan? Ei kunua ei kuningatarta ja soltut talonpojat pelkkiä houruja, tornit hävinneet metsien myötä ja ratsut kaikki menossa makkaraksi, Suomi Suomi eikö sinulla ole kuin lähettejä, salkkuun rakastuneita kuriireja jotka luulee että maailma on liukuportaat ja himoitsee nukkua pressanlinnassa...

The Goliath Corporation was to altruism what Genghis Khan was to soft furnishings.

For various ideological reasons, the business world, the entertainment industry, and most users of the World Wide Web have shown little interest in a serious critique of digital media, but they are all eager to use digital technology to extend and remake forms of representation and communication.

Desert is simply that: an ecstatic critique of culture, an ecstatic form of disappearance.

The almost timeless curvature of the space of ideas obeys neither chronology nor history. So the thoughts of Sade and Fourier are like anticipated repercussions of the theories of Marx and Freud, of which they are a much more radical critique avant la lettre than any that were to follow, exerting their effects only posthumously. To reread the world of ideas against the grain of the ideology of the Enlightenment, the ideology of a chronological order of events.

Just as medieval society was balanced on God and the Devil, so ours is balanced on consumption and its denunciation.

Boredom is out of luck: it is itself being discussed in crashingly boring terms.

He does not define concepts, he does not analyse them, he does not criticize them: he murders them (but the crime is never perfect).

I skim through the issue [of Elle] and reach the offending photo, a montage that ridicules rather than glorifies our idol. It is one of the mysteries of our trade. You work for weeks on a subject, it goes back and forth among the most skillful pairs of hands, and no one spots the glaring blunder that a neophyte would spot in a second.

Everyone assumed it had to be some sort of biography, because if you are a woman and use yourself as a character, it has to be some sort of confessional, whereas if you're a man, you're actually doing some post-modern play on the novel, some critique on identity with lots of references to Foucault.