Books choose their authors; the act of creation is not entirely a rational and conscious one.

A figure of speech is a shifty thing; it can be twisted or it can be straight.

Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path.

What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist. Without the freedom to challenge, even to satirize all orthodoxies, it ceases to exist. Language and the imagination cannot be imprisoned, or art will die, and with it, a little of what makes us human.

A man is sane only to the extent that he subscribes to a previously-agreed construction of reality.

You don't fight radical conservatism with not-quite-so radical conservatism.

Home has become such a scattered, damaged, various concept in our present travails. There is so much to yearn for. There are so few rainbows any more.