The central paradox of our broken world is known through the feeling of unsurprised disappointment Hope is the belief

I’m no angel But I have two angels– One to protect me from others And one to protect me from myself So, I was never alone

No sooner were the gates free of b… than we’d paired off and squared off as fascists vs. totalitarians And as for the dissidents not spoi…

When I caught my wife cutting up… she said it was to prevent birds getting stuck in them like six-pac…

If you can control the future through predictive policing– what the Department of Justice describes as “taking data from disparate sources, analyzing them and then using the results to ...

“Did you know that your brain regularly fills in for missing information, much of the time without you even knowing that this is going on?” “(I)t happens so very quickly and without con...

It’s not that we’ve abolished death but we’ve made it a mere formality

You have a real life if there are no easy solutions You have a real problem if there are no easy solutions but there is an easy way out

Blathering on about the threat of the other is a means of slathering on the notion that blocks the light: If I am not what you lack

The fog is so thick now We’re buried up to our necks in it Our bodies out of sight And out of mind Making the ground beneath our feet

Just as Tastes like chicken is code for I only want chicken I don’t know what I want

It’s only once You’ve submitted to God’s will That God will say Surprise Me

You can only make a difference in the face of indifference

If you want to know what the quarantine was like for me walk a mile in my new leather sweatpants

You’ll know the movement for justice has ceased when everyone and everything comes to a standstill