One set of messages of the society we live in is: Consume. Grow. Do what you want. Amuse yourselves.

10 percent of any population is cruel, no matter what, and 10 percent is merciful, no matter what, and the remaining 80 percent can be moved in either direction.

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

God, living is enormous!

Ambition, if it feeds at all, does so on the ambition of others.

Modern discussions of the possibility of tragedy are not exercises in literary analysis; they are exercises in cultural diagnostics, more or less disguised.

To the militant, identity is everything.