The fabric of democracy is always fragile everywhere because it depends on the will of citizens to protect it, and when they become scared, when it becomes dangerous for them to defend it, it can go very quickly.

Every utopia - let's just stick with the literary ones - faces the same problem: What do you do with the people who don't fit in?

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you've been.

The problem with meditating is I generally go to sleep, and that's because I'm doing it wrong.

But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly. To exist without boundaries.

We shouldn't be saying 'Save the planet'; we should be saying: 'Save viable conditions in which people can live.' That's what we're dealing with here.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.