The range of choice open to the individual is not the decisive factor in determining the degree of human freedom, but what can be chosen and what is chosen by the individual.

The truth of art lies in its power to break the monopoly of established reality to define what is real.

Under the rule of a repressive whole, liberty can be made into a powerful instrument of domination.

Art cannot change the world, but it can contribute to changing the consciousness and drives of the men and women who could change the world.

The spontaneous reproduction of superimposed needs by the individual does not establish autonomy; it only testifies to the efficacy of the control.

The Superego, in censoring the unconscious and in implanting conscience, also censors the censor.

Most people are afraid of freedom. They are conditioned to be afraid of it.

There is no free society without silence, without the internal and external spaces of solitude in which the individual freedom can develop.

The music of the soul is also the music of salesmanship. Exchange value, not truth value counts. On it centers the rationality of the status quo, and all alien rationality is bent to It.

Free election of masters does not abolish the masters or the slaves.

Entertainment and learning are not opposites; entertainment may be the most effective mode of learning.

There's nothing in this universe that can't be explained, eventually.

You need to understand, comprehend and believe, “There is a goal in my birth. I have a mission, and there is something that no one but I can do.

When I love, I feel endorphins rushing through, that is my joy.

Understand that you can’t achieve your dreams if you don’t connect with people who guide you to improve on upon the skills you have.

I know two kinds of Christians, those that love and those that love to be right.

I will far rather see the race of man extinct than that we should become less than beasts by making the noblest of God's creation, woman, the object of our lust.

Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.

I have a dream of what would have happened if what happened instead hadn't.

California, where the spring comes in the fall and the fall comes in the summer and the summer comes in the winter and the winter never comes at all.

Our journey is demanding enough that the need for reassurance as well as reminders is constant.