Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.

Language is as real, as tangible, in our lives as streets, pipelines, telephone switchboards, microwaves, radioactivity, cloning laboratories, nuclear power stations.

I am an instrument in the shape/ of a woman trying to translate pulsations/ into images for the relief of the body/ and the reconstruction of the mind.

Not biology, but ignorance of ourselves, has been the key to our powerlessness

Poetry is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.

The liar often suffers from amnesia. Amnesia is the silence of the unconscious.

To seek visions, to dream dreams, is essential, and it is also essential to try new ways of living, to make room for serious experimentation, to respect the effort even where it fails.