Never again shall a single story be told as though it were the only one.

Traditional Chinese art looked at the Earth from a Confucian mountain top; Japanese art looked closely around screens; Italian Renaissance art surveyed conquered nature through the window or door-frame of a palace. For the Cro-Magnons, space is a metaphysical arena of continually intermittent appearances and disappearances.

Between the experience of living a normal life at this moment on the planet and the public narratives being offered to give a sense to that life, the empty space, the gap, is enormous.

The publicity image steals her love of herself as she is, and offers it back to her for the price of the product.

Fanaticism comes from any form of chosen blindness accompanying the pursuit of a single dogma.

One can say of language that it is potentially the only human home, the only dwelling place that cannot be hostile to man.

Protest and anger practically always derives from hope, and the shouting out against injustice is always in the hope of those injustices being somewhat corrected and a little more justice established.