The ability to be alone is the ability to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those who can be alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another human being—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other.

Borders are scars on the face of the earth, marks of violence and division.

Without food, man can live at most but a few weeks; without it, all other components of social justice are meaningless.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.