We know what things cost but have no idea what they are worth.

We have responsibilities for others, not just across space but across time. We have responsibilities to people who came before us. They left us a world of institutions, ideas or possibilities for which we, in turn, owe them something. One of the things we owe them is not to squander them.

Words can make the illness a subject I can master, and not one that one simply emotes over.

The military system of a nation is not an independent section of the social system but an aspect of its totality.

I don't believe in an afterlife. I don't believe in a single or multiple godhead. I respect people who do, but I don't believe it myself.

I was born accidentally. I lived accidentally in London. We nearly migrated to New Zealand. So much of my life has been a product of chance, I can't see a meaning in it at all.

I've lost count of the interviews I've done about my illness and its relationship to my ideas and writing.