And this is what we called our childhoods. Little more than a dress rehearsal for adding our digits to the butcher's bill of war.

Love is an involuntary reaction to virtue.

Social anxiety results from being around people who are resolutely opposed to who you are.

The unconscious is the true accumulation of your history. It can be accepted or rejected but it can't fundamentally be altered.

It’s been easier to convince people to hand over half their income, their children to war, and their freedoms in perpetuity - than to engage them in seriously considering how roads might function in the absence of taxation.

We cannot build on peace on blood. We are still so addicted to this lie. We have this fantasy that we honor the dead by adding to their number. What we need to do is remember that these bodies bury us. This ocean of blood that we create through the fantasy that violence brings virtue drowns us, drowns our children, drowns our future, drowns the world. We have to understand that when we pour these endless young bodies into this pit of death, we follow.

Fundamentally, you can never be someone else. You can only be less of who you are.