The spark of true poetry flashes when ideas are juxtaposed that no one has yet thought of bringing together.

[Hariharan is] an outstanding writer.

he knows too much about himself to subject her to a morning after, when he will be cold, surly, impatient to be alone.

The mode of consciousness of nonhuman species is quite different from human consciousness.

Denunciations of the manipulativeness of advertisers can unfortunately all too easily be turned on their heads into denunciations of the gullibility of consumers. Both are forms of scapegoating, neither accomplishes anything.

Anyone who says that life matters less to an animal than it does to us has not held in his hands an animal fighting for its life. The whole of the being of the animal is thrown into that fight, without reserve. When you say that the fight lacks a dimension of intellectual or imaginative horror, I agree. It is not the mode of being animals to have an intellectual horror: their whole being is in the living flesh...I urge you to walk, flank to flank, beside the beast that is prodded down the chute to his executioner.

The end of confession is to tell the truth to and for oneself.