I think isolation is one of the greatest problems, an ever-growing obstacle to political solidarity.

Eroding solidarity paradoxically makes a society more susceptible to the construction of substitute collectives and fascisms of all kinds.

Seek and you shall find the repulsive things you secretly hope to find.

It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.

After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.

Anna despises two classes of people: first, those who own their own homes and have cars and families, and second, everybody else. Constantly she is on the verge of exploding. With rage. A pool of pure red. The pool is filled with speechlessness that talks away at her nonstop.

Love points the way. Desire is its ignorant advisor.