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.

...a political struggle that does not have women at the heart of it, above it, below it, and within it is no struggle at all.

I know that a world in which countries are stockpiling nuclear weapons and using them in the ways that India and Pakistan and America do to oppress others and to deceive their own people is a dangerous world.

But can we, should we, let apprehensions about the future immobilize us in the present?

Many people have accused me of having a romantic view, whereas I personally I feel sorry for those who have lost romance in their lives.

In America, the poor have been invisibilised, because obviously this model of success that has been held out to the world must not show the poor, it must not show the condition of black people. It can only the successful ones, basketball players, musicians, Condoleezza Rice, Colin Powell. But I think the time will come when the Occupy movement will have to somehow formulate something more than just anger.

The genocide will not necessarily take the form of war, or death camps. Most likely it will take the form of ecocide, in which landscapes are devastated and the populations that live there slowly starve or turn upon each other savagely because there isn't enough food or water to go around.