Thinking begins when you ask really difficult questions.

What if the way we perceive a problem is already part of the problem?

Words are never 'only words'; they matter because they define the contours of what we can do.

If you have reasons to love someone, you don’t love them.

The threat today is not passivity, but pseudo-activity, the urge to "be active", to "participate", to mask the Nothingness of what goes on.

I already am eating from the trash can all the time. The name of this trash can is ideology. The material force of ideology makes me not see what I am effectively eating.

We feel free because we lack the very language to articulate our unfreedom.

Love feels like a great misfortune, a monstrous parasite, a permanent state of emergency that ruins all small pleasures.

Atheism is not the denial of the existence of God, but having doubts as to whether God is conscious.

The problem for us is not are our desires satisfied or not. The problem is how do we know what we desire.

Beyond the fiction of reality, there is the reality of the fiction.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Worry soils, even the purest mind.Envy poisons, even the purest heart.Greed sullies, even the purest soul.

I write against the religion because if women want to live like human beings, they will have to live outside the religion and Islamic law.

In addition to wreaking havoc on our bodies, anger close our inner door, making us feel isolated and distrustful, hindering communication.

I think you just have to appreciate who you are and hopefully they can see what a superhero is about.

Just as a man would not cherish living in a body other than his own, so do nations not like to live under other nations, however noble and great the latter may be.

Courage is a greater virtue than love. At best, it takes courage to love.

Our conception of 1950s underwear is a lovely vintage aesthetic, but actually, wearing stockings with no elastic and a girdle was heavy duty.

No one can obtain from the Pope a dispensation for never dying. [Lat., Nemo impetrare potest a papa bullam numquam moriendi.]

We are weakened and we are tired, but we are not done yet.