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

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.

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty.

Conformity is inevitable when folks huddle together in rebellion.

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.

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

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