A writer is selected by his subject—his subject being the consciousness of his own era.
I don’t make music for eyes. I make music for ears.
Protect me from what I want.
We know so little about each other. We lie mostly submerged, like ice floes, with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white.
The future of energy lies in balancing economic growth with environmental stewardship.
The capacity of the human mind for forming and manipulating symbols is what sets us apart from other animals.