We don't know what the future will bring, but that's because we are ever in the process of creating it, not because it is an alien force to which we have to submit.

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

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.

We are capitalism made flesh.

Our desires are never wholly transparent, even to ourselves.

Dreams are evidence that we are creatures who produce more meaning than we can ourselves understand.

Never before, I suspect, have so many people been so rich to so little purpose.