The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

Conformity is inevitable when folks huddle together in rebellion.

The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.

Catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it.

If mankind is naturally good, he is sure going against his nature more and more of the time. It sounds like a bad joke: the paranoids are after us.

The steady pressure to consume, absorb, participate, receive, by eye, ear, mouth, and mail involves a cruelty to intestines, blood pressure, and psyche unparalleled in history.

Isolation from power makes men look for a mob in which they can be strong.

Old age is wasted on the elderly: the young know what to do with it-insist on something different.

To construct a proper privacy, making it a privilege rather than a burden, we first need to construct a community-love, family, politics, art.

The magic will which makes us see the other side of our natures-dream and disaster, catastrophe and fulfillment-is the great permanent challenge of humanity.