I'm sorry that some self-styled anarchists have picked up on the word spirit and have turned me into a theological ecologist, a notion which I think is crude beyond all belief.

The assumption that what currently exists must necessarily exist is the acid that corrodes all visionary thinking.

If we do not do the impossible, we shall be faced with the unthinkable.

The plundering of the human spirit by the market place is paralleled by the plundering of the earth by capital.

Capitalism is a social cancer. It has always been a social cancer. It is the disease of society. It is the malignancy of society.

Our Being is Becoming, not stasis. Our Science is Utopia, our Reality is Eros, our Desire is Revolution.

An anarchist society, far from being a remote ideal, has become a precondition for the practice of ecological principles.

There are no hierarchies in nature other than those imposed by hierarchical modes of human thought, but rather differences merely in function between and within living things.

People are never free of trying to be content.

Until we become the architects of a society that is truly free and ecological, it will always seem that when the human brain is not adaptive, it is more often destructive than creative.

To speak of 'limits to growth' under a capitalistic market economy is as meaningless as to speak of limits of warfare under a warrior society.

Morality comes with the sad wisdom of age, when the sense of curiosity has withered.

I believe that the foundation of democratic liberty is a willingness to believe that other people may perhaps be wiser than oneself.

There is that unique moment when one confronts something new and astonishment begins.

Her handwriting was curious — small sharp little letters with no capitals (who did she think she was, e. e. cummings?).

Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.

Love cannot be taught, it can only be caught.

He [Oliver Stone] is great. I really like working with directors who know what they want and aren't afraid to tell you, "Do it like this. Don't do it like that."

Beat him until there’s no skin left on his back. If he passes out, wake him and beat him again. (Father) Love you, too, Father. (Acheron)

Affliction may be lasting, but it is not everlasting.

I just make what I'm making, and then one day I won't want to make it anymore. I think that's a luxury we should be able to have as people, especially as artists.