Thought is more important than art. To revere art and have no understanding of the process that forces it into existence, is finally not even to understand what art is.
We try to exile ourselves more and more from nature – not always consciously: We build houses; we dismiss nature; nature has to be outside, because we’re inside. God forbid something like a cockroach comes inside, or some dust.
If you want peace, you don’t talk to your friends. You talk to your enemies.
You have to start with slavery because those abuses have never been eradicated. You know, people are not living in slums because they voted to. You know, their children are not in jail because they wanted them to. You know, these are the results of a people who have been oppressed and suffer national oppression, you know.
Artificial intelligence is growing up fast, as are robots whose facial expressions can elicit empathy and make your mirror neurons quiver.
The poet is someone, I think, who’s interested in registering experience immediately or giving you the sense of immediacy and directness.
The further we distance ourselves from the spell of the present, explored by our senses, the harder it will be to understand and protect nature’s precarious balance, let alone the balance of our own human nature.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt that same kind of peace, the kind of serenity that I felt after acknowledging that maybe I was going to die of this TB.
Mao Zedong was a revolutionary. He made a revolution.
In God’s family, there are no outsiders, no enemies.