There is a fearful splendor in absolute desolation.

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.

There is never time in the future in which we will work out our salvation. The challenge is in the moment; the time is always now.

I'm beginning to think that maybe everything that happens makes sense. Like, if it didn't make sense, how could it happen?

Most of us are about as eager to change as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

It is impossible to pretend that you are not heir to, and therefore, however inadequately or unwillingly, responsible to, and for, the time and place that give you life -- without becoming, at very best, a dangerously disoriented human being.

In order to have a conversation with someone you must reveal yourself.