We put up with a lot to be saved from chaos. We always have.

Poets are the leaven in the lump of civilization.

I am not sure how many "sins" I would recognize in the world. Some would surely be defused by changed circumstances. But I can imagine none that is more irredeemably sinful than the betrayal, the exploitation, of the young by those who should care for them.

We haven't come a long way, we've come a short way. If we hadn't come a short way, no one would be calling us baby.

Sex cannot be contained within a definition of physical pleasure, it cannot be understood as merely itself for it has stood for too long as a profound connection between human beings.

We put up with a lot to be saved from chaos. We always have.

The idea of power as a possession, whose asset can be banked and drawn on when needed, comes easy to a society whose rules grow out of the methods of finance capitalism.