I say that virtue is really all about enjoying yourself, living fully; but of course it is far from obvious what living fully actually means.

Deconstruction insists not that truth is illusory but that it is institutional.

After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.

Imagine someone holding forth on biology whose only knowledge of the subject is 'The Book of British Birds,' and you have a rough idea of what it feels like to read Richard Dawkins on theology.

Genuine equality means not treating everyone the same, but attending equally to everyone’s different needs.

A socialist is just someone who is unable to get over his or her astonishment that most people who have lived and died have spent lives of wretched, fruitless, unremitting toil.

Socialism is the completion of democracy, not the negation of it.

Modern capitalist nations are the fruit of a history of slavery, genocide, violence and exploitation every bit as abhorrent as Mao's China or Stalin's Soviet Union.

Understanding is always in some sense retrospective, which is what Hegel meant by remarking that the owl of Minerva flies only at night.

Postmodernism is among other things a sick joke at the expense of... revolutionary avant-gardism.

Schizophrenic language has in this sense an interesting resemblance to poetry.

There are only a few things that are more entertaining than watching a cat trying to run across a freshly waxed wood floor after a ball.

To God your every Want In instant Prayer display Pray always Pray and never faint Pray without ceasing Pray.

What makes us heroic?--Confronting simultaneously our supreme suffering and our supreme hope.

I tend to come up with people more than situations - most of my books start with a character.

Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

Y'know, we're all wasting our time writing this hack science fiction! You wanta make real money, you gotta start a religion!

Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies.

Yet only when we come to understand, in the light of the Cross, the evil we are capable of, and have even been a part of, can we experience true remorse and true repentance.

In art, something comes of nothing. Out of the thin air and the ether, you create a story. And that is intensely satisfying.