Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.
Smoking is the only honorable form of suicide.
They do not love one another because they do not love themselves.
Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
Never trust a survivor until you know how they survived.
It seems to me that the most universal revolutionary wish now or ever is a wish for heaven, a wish by a human being to be honored by angels for something other than beauty or usefulness.