But Lies Were What People Wanted; That

We Dream, We Wake On A Cold Hillside, We Pursue The Dream Again. In The Beginning Was The Dream, And The Work Of Disenchantment Never Ends.

We All Have Secret Lives. The Life Of Excretion; The World Of Inappropriate Sexual Fantasies; Our Real Hopes, Our Terror Of Death; Our Experience Of Shame; The World Of Pain; And Our Dreams. No One Else Knows These Lives. Consciousness Is Solitary. Each Person Lives In That Bubble Universe That Rests Under The Skull, Alone.

What We Need Is Equality Without Conformity.

You Can Only Kill Disappointment With A New Try.

If The Amount Of Money Going Into The War Economy Were Invested In Landscape Restoration, We Would Be In A Far More Positive Position. It May Get A Little Dire Before We Pull Together, But I Think When The Prosperous Nations, And In Particular The Us, Realise They're Wrecking Their Own Kids' Lives, There Will Be A Mass Change In Value. It Will Be A Difficult Century, And Ugly, But I Don't Think That In The End People Are So Stupid As To Kill Themselves Off.