You treat violence as an aberration ... when in truth it is the norm. It is the very essence of the human condition.

A token of ecological awareness in a society devoted to self destruction and waste but unwilling to acknowledge its indulgent ways.

Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality ... the silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

His imagination was always more real than the reality of daily life.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

Those who ignore history's lessons in the ultimate folly of war are forced to do more than relive them ... they may be forced to die by them.

Words are the light and sound of our existence, the heat lightning by which the night is illuminated.