We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.

The only reason the Protestants and Catholics have given up the idea of universal domination is because they've realised they can't get away with it.

Great art is clear thinking about mixed feelings.

The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.

Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

All I have is a voice to undo the folded lie, the romantic lie in the brain of the sensual man-in-the-street and the lie of Authority whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State and no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice to the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.