Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.

the car, by bisecting the human outline, diminishes it, producing a race of half-people in a motion not of their own making

In aid, the proper attitude is one omitting gratitude

The right to choose death when life no longer holds meaning is not only the next liberation but the last human right.

Generosity with strings is not generosity: it is a deal.

Women are repeatedly accused of taking things personally. I cannot see any other honest way of taking them.

The more people are reached by mass communication, the less they communicate with each other.