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

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.

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.

The people recognize themselves in their commodities; they find their soul in their automobile, hi-fi set, split-level home, kitchen equipment.

Wisdom is like the moonlight that quietly inspires you.

This is why I stayed away, " he growled against my mouth as his hands started to rove over me with knowing, ruthless passion. "Can't be near you without wanting you. Can't stop myself anymore--

It turns out there is something worse than attending a wedding where you don't know anyone: attending a wedding where you know six people, and they are all your ex-husband's best friends.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Don't ever have two dogs. That way you won't know which one to blame.

The loser, when a game of dice is done, remains behind reviewing every roll sadly, and sadly wiser, and alone.

Inside, we are ageless and when we talk to ourselves, it’s the same age of the person we were talking to when we were little. It’s the body that is changing around that ageless center.

The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the fool complains; the honest man walks away and is silent.

Dr. Bashiri, if I ever want to put a curse in someone, I say, 'May God give you a restaurant.

Sure, being a reservist wasn't as glamorous, but I was the one who had to look at myself in the mirror.