All Writers Are Propagandists.

Where Will You Drive Your Own Picket Stake? Where Will You Choose To Make Your Stand? Give Me A Threshold, A Specific Point At Which You Will Finally Stop Running, At Which You Will Finally Fight Back.

So Long As We Only Believe In The Justice Of The State, Of The Law-made By Those In Power, To Serve Those In Power-so Long Will We Continue To Be Exploited By Those In Power.

I No Longer See Descartes' Statement As Arbitrary. It Is Representative Of Our Culture's Narcissism. This Narcissism Leads To A Disturbing Disrespect For Direct Experience And A Negation Of The Body.

To Reverse The Effects Of Civilization Would Destroy The Dreams Of A Lot Of People. There's No Way Around It. We Can Talk All We Want About Sustainability, But There's A Sense In Which It Doesn't Matter That These People's Dreams Are Based On, Embedded In, Intertwined With, And Formed By An Inherently Destructive Economic And Social System. Their Dreams Are Still Their Dreams. What Right Do I -- Or Does Anyone Else -- Have To Destroy Them. At The Same Time, What Right Do They Have To Destroy The World?

But What, Precisely, Is Hope? At A Talk I Gave Last Spring, Someone Asked Me To Define It. I Turned The Question Back On The Audience, And Here’s The Definition We All Came Up With: Hope Is A Longing For A Future Condition Over Which You Have No Agency; It Means You Are Essentially Powerless.