Love without risk is an impossibility, like war without death.
Love is not a contract between two narcissists.
Evil is the moment when I lack the strength to be true to the Good that compels me.
All resistance is a rupture with what is. And every rupture begins, for those engaged in it, through a rupture with oneself.
There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.
We have the riots we deserve.