[Bloch's] style was that of a prose poet. It modulates brilliantly between the apocalyptic and the everyday, the lyric and the polemic. It sings and stabs. It can be utterly luminious (the early morning was Bloch's hour as it had been Nietzsche's) but it can also be portentously opaque. But above all, it comprises and enacts a range of experience immensely beyond that of customary philosophic and political debate.

from George Steiner's obituary of Ernst Bloch