Isolation from power makes men look for a mob in which they can be strong.

The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

Conformity is inevitable when folks huddle together in rebellion.

To construct a proper privacy, making it a privilege rather than a burden, we first need to construct a community-love, family, politics, art.

The steady pressure to consume, absorb, participate, receive, by eye, ear, mouth, and mail involves a cruelty to intestines, blood pressure, and psyche unparalleled in history.

Catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it.

Old age is wasted on the elderly: the young know what to do with it-insist on something different.