Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled 'file and forget.'

Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form...without light I am not only invisible but formless as well; and to be unaware of one's form is to live a death...the truth is the light and light is the truth.

I am an invisible man. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids - and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me.

In those days it was either live with music or die with noise, and we chose rather desperately to live.

Power, for the writer....lies in his ability to reveal if only a little bit more about the complexity of humanity.

Our task, then always, is to challenge the apparent forms of reality-that is, the fixed manner and values of the few, and to struggle with it until it reveals its mad, vari-implicated chaos, its false face, and so on until it surrenders its insight, its truth.

The truth is the light and the light is the truth.