Memory. My Poison, My Food.

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)

I'm Attracted To Soccer's Capacity For Beauty. When Well Played, The Game Is A Dance With A Ball.

Nothing Can Be Defined Or Derided On The Basis Of Its Origin. The Important Thing Is What Is Done With It And How Far A Community Identifies With Something That Symbolizes Its Favourite Way Of Dreaming, Living, Dancing, Playing Or Loving. This Is The Positive Side Of The World: A Constant Intermingling That Produces New Responses To New Challenges. But Because Of Forced Globalization, There's A Clear Trend These Days Towards Uniformity. This Trend Comes Largely From The Ever-greater Concentration Of Power In The Hands Of Large Media Groups.

The Human Rainbow Had Been Mutilated By Machismo, Racism, Militarism And A Lot Of Other Isms, Who Have Been Terribly Killing Our Greatness, Our Possible Greatness, Our Possible Beauty.

I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman Stuck Between My Eyelids. I Would Tell Her To Get Out If I Could. But There Is A Woman Stuck In My Throat