I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

I write against violence. I write against fascism. I write against one person dominating another.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

Everyone who’s born has come from the sea. Your mother’s womb is just a sea in small. And birds come of seas on eggs. Horses lie in the sea before they’re born. The placenta is the sea. Your blood is the sea continued in your veins. We are the ocean — walking on the land.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.

In the dark that followed - Lucy said; "where I was born, the trees were always in the sun. And I left that place because it was intolerant of rain. Now, we are here in a place where there are no trees and there is only rain. And I intend to leave this place - because it is intolerant of light. Somewhere - there must be somewhere where darkness and light are reconciled. So I am starting a rumour, here and now, of yet another world. I don't know when it will present itself - I don't know where it will be. But - as with all those other worlds now past when it is ready, I intend to go there.