I always adhered to the idea that God is time, or at least that His spirit is.

Man is what he reads.

When the eye fails to find beauty-alias solace-it commands the body to create it, or, failing that, adjusts itself to perceive virtue in ugliness.

Poems, novels - these things belong to the nation, to the culture and the people. They've been stolen from the people and now the stolen things are being returned to their owners, but I don't think their owners should be grateful to receive them.

I grew up in the sort of cultural milieu that always regarded conversations about the political discourse as tremendously low-brow.

The eye identifies itself not with the body it belongs to but with the object of its attention.

Racism? But isn't it only a form of misanthropy?