All social space is suffused with political meanings and agendas, the very stones and walls a kind of testament to the ongoing struggles for liberation and justices.

Books, like lives, are always unfinished even when they end, for to write is to struggle with contingency, to impose a certain false order upon the endless, and endlessly frustrating, nature of thought.

All social space is suffused with political meanings and agendas, the very stones and walls a kind of testament to the ongoing struggles for liberation and justices.

I hold to the idea that civility, understood as the willingness to engage in public discourse, is the first virtue of citizens.

Our desires are never wholly transparent, even to ourselves.

For every apparent gain, in short, we now observe a balancing danger. This is the world we have created.

Friendship requires a leap, not of faith but of regard.