Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.

An anaesthetic is a poet-killer.

When we are moved by art we are grateful that the artist lived, grateful that he labored in the service of his gifts.

Science may not be as intimate as the medical profession; nonetheless, it certainly is a community in which ideas are often shared as contributions, not as proprietary things.

True citizens are not the audience of their government, nor its consumers; they are its makers.

We are each born into a situation-a particular body (its race, sex, health...), a set of ancestors, a community, a nation-and born into the stories told of each of these.

Uncovering secrets is apocalyptic in the simple sense (the Greek root means ‘an uncovering’). In this case, it lifts the shame covers. It allows articulation to enter where silence once ruled.