Seated at table - no need for the fracture of the room's silence

What was it about us, as humans, that drove us to make apologies for beautiful things?

How could an idiotic universe have produced creatures whose mere dreams are so much stronger, better, subtler than itself?

Every position must be held to the last man. There must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall, and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight to the end.

What matters is not publication or success (success is bad for your prose) but the practice of the imaginative act. Our damaged values depend on it.

Expertness of taste is at once the result and reward of constant exercise of thinking.

The whole bloody system is sick: the very notion of leadership, a balloon with a face painted upon it, elected and inflated by media's diabolic need to reduce ideas to personalities.

He sleeps well who knows not that he sleeps ill.

Can't believe the number of tracks I get sent every day now. Everyone is at it! There's no way you can keep up and I have two A&R guys!

So it's worth some real up front time to think through the long term value and the defensibility of the business.

Now, then, in order to understand white supremacy we must dismiss the fallacious notion that white people can give anybody their freedom.