False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news.

We might possess every technological resource... but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless, our thinking and feeling are still running in the old cycles, our process may be 'revolutionary' but not transformative.

It's as if, in the mother's eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child first reads the message:'You are there!'

Despair, when not the response to absolute physical and moral defeat is, like war, the failure of imagination.

There must be those among whom we can sit down and weep and still be counted as warriors.

If we had time and no money, living by our wits, what story would you tell?

A language is a map of our failures