What is a body that casts no shadow? Nothing, a formlessness, two-dimensional, a comic-strip character. If I deny my own profound relationship with evil I deny my own reality. I cannot do, or make; I can only undo, unmake.

Anyhow they’re always exceptions. But most women, their only relationship to a man is having. Either owning or being owned.

They can send death at once, but life is slower.

We will not know our own injustice if we cannot imagine justice. We will not be free if we do not imagine freedom. We cannot demand that anyone try to attain justice and freedom who has not had a chance to imagine them as attainable.

The model of modern Western civilization is the virus: the pure bit of information, which turns its environment into endless reproductions of itself.

We have been civilized for a thousand millennia. We have histories of hundreds of those millennia. We have tried everything. Anarchism, in all its forms, with the rest. But I have not tried it. They say there is nothing new under any sun. But if each life is not new, each single life, then why are we born?

At this point, realism is perhaps the least adequate means of understanding or portraying the incredible realities of our existence.