In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

The ecosystem of our world is a closed system: it would run out of gas, collapse of its own weight.

Throughout the ages, stories with certain basic themes have recurred over and over, in widely disparate cultures; emerging like the goddess Venus from the sea of our unconscious.

What I do not want to write is didactic political tracts.

Don't worry. You're safe now. You've got nothing left to steal.

Studying anthropology, I developed a kind of holistic view of human existence, in which the dichotomies you listed are all necessary and vital aspects of life.

For every path you choose, there is another you must abandon, usually forever.