Vietnam was as much a laboratory experiment as a war.

Official truths are often powerful illusions.

It is time we recognized that the real terrorism is poverty.

During my lifetime, America has been constantly waging war against much of humanity: impoverished people mostly, in stricken places.

It is not enough for journalists to see themselves as mere messengers without understanding the hidden agendas of the message and the myths that surround it.

There isn't a war on terror, there is a war of terror.

If I were a teacher, I would recommend that all my students very hurriedly read most of Orwell's books, especially 1984 and Animal Farm, because then they'd begin to understand the world we live in.

Two increasing themes which appear to dominate our listening, reading and watching lives are propaganda and 'national security', or manufactured war.

Secretive power loathes journalists who do their job: who push back screens, peer behind façades, lift rocks. Opprobrium from on high is their badge of honour.

There is no war on terrorism; it is the great game speeded up. The difference is the rampant nature of the superpower, ensuring infinite dangers for us all.

In these surreal days, there is one truth. Nothing justified the killing of innocent people in America last week and nothing justifies the killing of innocent people anywhere else.

We have in fact, two kinds of morality, side by side: one which we preach, but do not practice, and another which we practice, but seldom preach.

And I say also this. I do not think the forest would be so bright, nor the water so warm, nor love so sweet, if there were no danger in the lakes.

Luck relies on chance, labor on character.

Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence - the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

Knowing "why" (an idea) is more important than learning "what" (the fact).

No one has ever lived who knows better than you the proper placement of footfalls on treacherous paths.

To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost Which blamed the living man.

Growing up in the streets of Bed-Stuy, it was hard, yo.

The strongest force in the universe is a human being living consistently with his identity.

My mother was pretty much on my case all the time.