If The Grape Is Made Of Wine,

From The Weak Nations' Point Of View, It Is Better If There Are Many Powerful Countries Then If There Are Just A Few. The More Concentrated Is Power, The Fewer Opportunities There Are To Move. Space For Change, Space For Freedom To Implement Change Is Then Very Narrow; Very Small.

Human Rights Pale Beside The Rights Of Machines. In More And More Cities, Especially In The Great Metropolises Of The South, People Have Been Banned. Automobiles Usurp Human Space, Poison The Air, And Frequently Murder The Interlopers Who Invade Their Conquered Territory -and No One Lifts A Finger To Stop Them. Is There A Difference Between Violence That Kills By Car And That Which Kills By Knife Or Bullet?" (p.231)

Reality Is A Magic Lady, Sometimes Very Mysterious. To Me She Is Very Passionate. She Is Real Not Only When She Is Awake, Walking Down The Streets, But Also At Night When She Is Dreaming Or When She Is Having Nightmares. When I Am Writing, I Am Always Paying Tribute To Her - To That Lady Called Reality.

Unlike Solidarity, Which Is Horizontal And Takes Place Between Equals, Charity Is Top-down, Humiliating Those Who Receive It And Never Challenging The Implicit Power Relations.

Celebration Of The Human Voice--- When It Is Genuine, When It Is Born Of The Need To Speak, No One Can Stop The Human Voice. When Denied A Mouth, It Speaks With The Hands Or The Eyes, Or The Pores, Or Anything At All. Because Every Single One Of Us Has Something To Say To The Others, Something That Deserves To Be Celebrated Or Forgiven By Others.