There is no one as dangerous as he or she who has nothing to lose.

People are actually very good at being communists in the sense that they instantly abandon capitalism, that they love these relationships of mutual aid, because the astonishing thing about disasters is that people are often weirdly joyous in them, because they've recovered a sense of agency, a sense of power, etc.

People rescue each other. They build shelters and community kitchens and ways to deal with lost children and eventually rebuild one way or another.

The power of large corporations is still a scourge on the earth, but at least the arguments supporting them are undermined now.

It's all about a war of social impulses and beliefs that is as powerful in its way as a big hurricane.

To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.

The stars we are given. The constellations we make. That is to say, stars exist in the cosmos, but constellations are the imaginary lines we draw between them, the readings we give the sky, the stories we tell.