Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
The historian is terribly responsible to what he can discern are the facts of the case, but he's nothing if he doesn't make out a case.
You can't assume any place you go is private because the means of surveillance are becoming so affordable and so invisible.
Humans are humans because we are able to communicate with each other and to organize to do things together that we can't do individually.
One thing we didn't know in 1996 is that it's very, very difficult, if not impossible, to sustain a culture with online advertising.
I think e-mail petitions are an illusion. It gives people the illusion that they're participating in some meaningful political action.
We think of them as mobile phones, but the personal computer, mobile phone and the Internet are merging into some new medium like the personal computer in the 1980s or the Internet in the 1990s.
Laughter and books and wine are holy things; and living is good; and death is a breathlessness with the whole adventure of finding everywhere the traces of one great beauty...
I wanted to write a battle song for the Judeans but so far I can think of nothing noble and weighty enough.
The world is full of people who never quite get into the first team and who just miss the prizes at the flower show.
The world is made up of people who never quite get into the first team and who just miss the prizes at the flower show.
I am deeply Catholic and always will be, but I'm no longer a member of the church. I left in 2003 because of the sex abuse scandal.
Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.
I am no Poet here; my pen's the spout where the rain water of my eyes run out.
I get bored with establishing shots of people getting out of cars and walking into buildings, getting into elevators and then 45 seconds later they have a line.
The profoundest thoughts of the philosophers have something trickle about them. A lot disappears in order for something to suddenly appear in the palm of the hand.
The philosophical idea that there are no more distances, that we are all just one world, that we are all brothers, is such a drag! I like differences.
What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.
What a writer can do, what a fiction writer or a poet or an essay writer can do is re-engage people with their own humanity.
I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.
