The whole bloody system is sick: the very notion of leadership, a balloon with a face painted upon it, elected and inflated by media's diabolic need to reduce ideas to personalities.

I'm slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.

Mystical state, madness, how it frightens people. How utterly crazy they become, remote, rude, peculiar, cruel, taunting, farouche as wild beasts who have smelled danger, the unthinkable.

Many women do not recognize themselves as discriminated against; no better proof could be found of the totality of their conditioning.

Ah, but depression - that is what we all hate. We the afflicted. Whereas the relatives and shrinks, the tribal ring, they rather welcome it: you are quiet and you suffer.

Monogamy and prostitution go together.

People have a right to their own lives, and if you can't help somebody, you ought to get out of their way.