All of us know, whether or not we are able to admit it, that mirrors can only lie, that death by drowning is all that awaits one there. It is for this reason that love is so desperately sought and so cunningly avoided. Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

The paradox of education is precisely this - that as one begins to become conscious one begins to examine the society in which he is being educated.

After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.

It seems to be typical of life in America ... that the second generation has no time to talk to the first.

The interior life is a real life, and the intangible dreams of people have a tangible effect on the world.

Such figures as Boy George do not disturb me nearly so much as do those relentlessly hetero (sexual?) keepers of the keys and seals, those who know what the world needs in the way of order and who are ready and willing to supply that order.

All racists are irresponsible.