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

We fly; we dream in darkness; we devour heaven in bites too small to be measured.

The art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss.

Revolution is a phase, a mood, like spring, and just as spring has its buds and showers, so revolution has its ebullience, its bravery, its hope, and its solidarity. Some of these things pass.

I was fifteen, and when I picture myself then, I see flames shooting up, see myself falling off the edge of the world, and am amazed I survived not the outside world but the inside one.

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

Hope is not like a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky.... hope is an ax you break down doors with in an emergency.