Perfection is a stick with which to beat the possible.

Violence always seems to me the worst form of tyranny. It deprives people of their rights, including the right to live.

I roam around a lot in my territory, but what I learn at one end inflects and opens up my understanding at the other.

Women often find great roles in revolution, simply because the rules fall apart and everyone has agency, anyone can act.

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.

In a sense the car has become a prosthetic, and though prosthetics are usually for injured or missing limbs, the auto-prosthetic is for a conceptually impaired body or a body impaired by the creation of a world that is no longer human in scale.

Walking allows us to be in our bodies and in the world without being made busy by them.