This is the middle of my life, I think of it as a place, like the middle of a river, the middle of a bridge, halfway across, halfway over. I'm supposed to have accumulated things by now: possessions, responsibilities, achievements, experience and wisdom. I'm supposed to be a person of substance.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.

I am not running for mayor yet. But if it comes to be true that people cannot voice an opinion unless they have been elected, then we are no longer in a democracy.

We've learned to see the world in gasps.

Faith is only a word, embroidered.

I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.

The bell that measures time is ringing