You know what the best thing is about falling out of love? It sets you free. Because when you're in love it is everything, it is imprisoning, it is all there is, and you'd do anything, anything to keep that love. But when it withers you can suddenly see the rest of the world again, everything else floods back into the places that love had monopolised.

I'm convinced that most men don't know what they believe, rather, they only know what they wish to believe. How many people blame God for man's atrocities, but wouldn't dream of imprisoning a mother for her son's crime?

Imprisoning philosophy within the professionalizations and specializations of an institutionalized curriculum, after the manner of our contemporary European and North American culture, is arguably a good deal more effective in neutralizing its effects than either religious censorship or political terror