I wondered what it does to each of us to spend the majority of our waking hours doings things we'd rather not do, wishing we were outside or simply elsewhere, wishing we were reading, thinking, making love, fishing, sleeping, or simply having time to figure out who the hell we are and what the hell we're doing.

Hope is a longing for a future condition over which you have no agency; it means you are essentially powerless.

Violence, and evil, doesn't always come dressed in black, and it doesn't always look like Charles Manson. Nor does it always come to us as obvious and arrogant[...]. Often it comes to us with the simple plea to be reasonable.

By deafening ourselves to the emotional consequences of violence we have become confused by its relationship to sex. We have come to believe that violence equals aggression, and we have come to base our model of sexuality on our model of violence... converting an act of aggression into an act of consensual sexuality.

If you only had a limited time to life (which is of course the case), how would you spend your time?

The global industrial economy is the engine for massive environmental degradation and massive human (and nonhuman) impoverishment.

A primary purpose of the police is to enforce the delusions of those with lots of green paper.