Relationships, like cars, should undergo regular services to make sure they are still roadworthy.
We belong to talking, not what talking is about… Stop talking – and you are out. Silence equals exclusion.
The task for sociology is to come to the help of the individual. We have to be in service of freedom. It is something we have lost sight of.
Like the phoenix, socialism is reborn from every pile of ashes left day in, day out, by burnt-out human dreams and charred hopes.
Attempts to tame the wayward and domesticate the riotous, to make the unknowable predictable and enchain the free-roaming – all such things sound the death knell to love.
Civilisation, the orderly world in which we live, is frail. We are skating on thin ice. There is a fear of a collective disaster. Terrorism, genocide, flu, tsunamis.
Why do I write books? Why do I think? Why should I be passionate? Because things could be different, they could be made better.
In a world of global dependencies with no corresponding global polity and few tools of global justice, the rich of the world are free to pursue their own interests while paying no attention to the rest.
The carrying power of a bridge is not the average strength of the pillars, but the strength of the weakest pillar. I have always believed that you do not measure the health of a society by GNP but by the condition of its worst off.
Happiness needs one-upmanship.