Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

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

You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change.

The machine conceals the machinations.

Secondhand experience breaks down a block from the car lot.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.