The creative adult is the child who has survived.

She'll die.' 'Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.

Dead anarchists make martyrs, you know, and keep living for centuries. But absent ones can be forgotten.

The children of the revolution are always ungrateful, and the revolution must be grateful that it is so.

There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.

Jungians such as Joseph Campbell have generalised such journeys into a set of archetypal events and images. Though they can be useful in criticism, I mistrust them as fatally reductive. “Ah, the Night Sea Voyage!” we cry, feeling that we have understood something important — but we’ve merely recognised it. Until we are actually on that voyage, we have understood nothing.

No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression.