In other words, you are our last possible hope. You are our only hope.
Across the communication landscape move the specters of sinister technologies and the dreams that money can buy.
I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.
Sooner or later, all games become serious.
We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind -- mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery. . .
Unhappy parents teach you a lesson that lasts a lifetime.
Everything is becoming science fiction. From the margins of an almost invisible literature has sprung the intact reality of the 20th century.
Water astonishing and difficult altogether makes a meadow and a stroke.
Nothing is as dangerous for the state as those who would govern kingdoms with maxims found in books.
A way has to be found to enable everyone to benefit from the fruits of the earth, and not simply to close the gap between the affluent and those who must be satisfied with the crumbs falling from the table, but above all to satisfy the demands of justice, fairness and respect for every human being.
There are a lot of women who live with pot-bellied pigs.