In the end, the writer is not even allowed to live in his writing.

Every work of art is an uncommitted crime.

People have so manipulated the concept of freedom that it finally boils down to the right of the stronger and richer to take from the weaker and poorer whatever they still have.

Once the last trace of emotion has been eradicated, nothing remains of thought but absolute tautology.

Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.

There is no love that is not an echo.

Knowledge, which is power, knows no limits, either in its enslavement of creation or in its deference to worldly masters.

The power of the culture industry's ideology is such that conformity has replaced consciousness

For a man who no longer has a homeland, writing becomes a place to live.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.

I'm sorry it's not Mark - it could've been. It should've been. It might've meant something. Maybe not much, but certainly more.

I've learned to stay the course. There are no shortcuts. No detours. They take you further away from your goal.

This drama had become her mess to deal with, and she had no idea where to even begin trying to mend all of the broken pieces back together. If mending them was even possible.

It's terrible what's going on in Chicago.

A corporation has no soul.

Honor the words that enter and attach to your brain.

Knowing the steps to create living growth: that is art.

I think it's just having the support of our parents. Knowing that they're going to keep you on the right path and guide you.

Mathematicians enjoy thinking about the simplest possible things, and the simplest possible things are imaginary.

The world wants to be cheated. So cheat.