Lying Can Never Save Us From Another

The Dissident Does Not Operate In The Realm Of Genuine Power At All. He Is Not Seeking Power. He Has No Desire For Office And Does Not Gather Votes. He Does Not Attempt To Charm The Public, He Offers Nothing And Promises Nothing. He Can Offer, If Anything, Only His Own Skin - And He Offers It Solely Because He Has No Other Way Of Affirming The Truth He Stands For. His Actions Simply Articulate His Dignity As A Citizen, Regardless Of The Cost.

A Person Who Has Been Seduced By The Consumer Value System, Whose Identity Is Dissolved In An Amalgam Of The Accouterments Trappings Of Mass Civilization, And Who Has No Roots In The Order Of Being, No Sense Of Responsibility For Anything Higher Than His Own Personal Survival, Is A Demoralized Person. The System Depends On This Demoralization, Deepens It, Is In Fact A Projection Of It Into Society.

The Role Of The Writer Is Not Simply To Arrange Being According To His Own Lights; He Must Also Serve As A Medium To Being And Remain Open To Its Often Unfathomable Dictates. This Is The Only Way The Work Can Transcend Its Creator And Radiate Its Meaning...

Life Cannot Be Destroyed For Good, Neithercan History Be Brought Entirely To A Halt. A Secret Streamlet Trickles On Beneath The Heavy Lid Of Inertia And Pseudo-events, Slowly And Inconspicuously Undercutting It. It May Be A Long Process, But One Day It Must Happen: The Lid Will No Longer Hold And Will Start To Crack. This Is The Moment When Something Once More Begins Visibly To Happen, Something Truly New And Uniquesomething Truly Historical, In The Sense That History Again Demands To Be Heard.

Hope Is Not A Feeling Of Certainty That Everything Ends Well. Hope Is Just A Feeling That Life And Work Have A Meaning.