He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

America is like some crazed, bewildered, rich giant bumbling around in a poor area with his pockets stuffed with money, and lots of weapons - just throwing stuff around.

To stay quiet is as political an act as speaking out.

What sort of love is this love that we have for countries? What sort of country is it that will ever live up to our dreams? What sort of dreams were these that have been broken? Isn't the greatness of great nations directly proportionate to their ability to be ruthless, genocidal? Doesn't the height of a country's 'success' usually also mark the depths of its moral failure?

Privatisation is presented as being the only alternative to an inefficient, corrupt state. In fact, it is not a choice at all... it is a mutually profitable business contract between the private company (preferably foreign) and the ruling elite of the Third World

I don't want to be a victim. I don't want to disappear into the darkness.

He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.