We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now by philosophers, can once again be made central.

to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.

Most real relationships are involuntary.

Freedom is not choosing; that is merely the move that we make when all is already lost. Freedom is knowing and understanding and respecting things quite other than ourselves.

As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.

for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.

confession ran in the family.