I think that if you keep banging at the door all you need is a little foothold, a little tiny foothold, and then the rest will take care of itself.
Truth has nothing to do with the conclusion, and everything to do with the methodology.
To see the farm is to leave it.
(To the haters)You are not extinguishing the bright lights of mankind, your're simply burying yourself in an unmarked grave.
You can't reason people out of beliefs they weren't reasoned into.
We raise predators by treating children as prey.
Democracy is the suggestion box for slaves.
New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.
I always thought that writing poetry was in itself a political act.
There's room for everyone at the rendezvous of victory.
The capacity for imaginative reflex, for moral risk in any human being is not limitless; on the contrary, it can be rapidly absorbed by fictions, and thus the cry in the poem may come to sound louder, more urgent, more real than the cry in the street outside. The death in the novel may move us more potently than the death in the next room. Thus there may be a covert, betraying link between the cultivation of aesthetic response and the potential of personal inhumanity.