Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts - only in the truth.

Age and illness made one a dualist

When we're done with it, we may find—if it's a good novel—that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having meet a new face, crossed a street we've never crossed before.

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

Capitalism’s grow-or-die imperative stands radically at odds with ecology’s imperative of interdependence and limit. The two imperatives can no longer coexist with each other; nor can any society founded on the myth that they can be reconciled hope to survive. Either we will establish an ecological society or society will go under for everyone, irrespective of his or her status.

At the pit's bottom is no anger.

... the habit of literature [is] the best defense against believing the half-truths of ideologues and the lies of demagogues.