See, even despite pious statements to the contrary, much of the industrialized world has not yet come to terms with the recognition of the fallacy of what I call the strong man syndrome.

Some of us – poets are not exactly poets. We live sometimes – beyond the word.

As a global citizen, I sometimes feel like denying my identity.

Under a dictatorship, a nation ceases to exist. All that remains is a fiefdom, a planet of slaves regimented by aliens from outer-space.

I tend to work best as a one-man Task Force, including even the roles of messenger, coffee maker and office cleaner.

We do not ask the mountain's aid to crack a walnut.

Well, the first thing is that truth and power for me form an antithesis, an antagonism, which will hardly ever be resolved. I can define in fact, can simplify the history of human society, the evolution of human society, as a contest between power and freedom.