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.

We must love one another or die

Who on earth invented the silly convention that it is boring or impolite to talk shop? Nothing is more interesting to listen to, especially if the shop is not one's own.

History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.

I don't think the mystical experience can be verbalized. When the ego disappears, so does power over language.

It's usually the stupid people that develop long illnesses. You need more than indolence and selfishness, you need endurance to make a good patient.

Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss