Our Being is Becoming, not stasis. Our Science is Utopia, our Reality is Eros, our Desire is Revolution.
Even galaxy-spanning anarchist utopias of stupefying full-spectrum civilisational power have turf wars within their unacknowledged militaries.
I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia.
Utopia would seem to offer the spectacle of one of those rare phenomena whose concept is indistinguishable from its reality, whose ontology coincides with its representation.
I've always liked what Thomas More said in Utopia, which is that in Utopia every person is allowed their own lifestyle and religion but no one is allowed to stand on a soapbox and tell others that theirs is right. I thought that was brilliant. Brilliant.
Some people consider utopia to be derived from nature. For some people, utopia is the city.
None of the abstract concepts comes closer to fulfilled utopia than that of eternal peace.
The really damaging thing is that the objectives, the goals of the people on the left are not possible. There is no utopia.
No Utopia is Utopia for everyone
Capitalism is always evaluated against dreams. Utopia is a dream. It doesn't exist.
Utopia is in the moment. Not in some future time, some other place, but in the here and now, or else it is nowhere.
Global warming has melted the polar ice caps, raised the levels of the oceans and flooded the earth's great cities. Despite its evident prosperity, New Jersey is scarcely Utopia.
The concept of progress acts as a protective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future.
Stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and open and reach out and speak up, this is utopia.
Some who are too scrupulous to steal your possessions nevertheless see no wrong in tampering with your thoughts.
I believe that he who sows utopia will reap reality.
Life without utopia is suffocating, for the multitude at least: threatened otherwise with petrifaction, the world must have a new madness.
What can oppose the decline of the west is not a resurrected culture but the utopia that is silently contained in the image of its decline.
I love playing. If it was down to just that, it would be utopia.
The future is a choice between Utopia and oblivion.