Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.

What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?

Truth is a matter of the imagination.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.

The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.

Absolute freedom is absolute responsibility.

Claude Levi-Strauss has been a great source of fruitful irritation to my mind.