But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers.

An anaesthetic is a poet-killer.

All that we make and do is shaped by the communities and traditions that contain us, not to mention by money, power, politics, and luck. And even should the artist or scientist think she has...

We are each born into a situation—a particular body (its race, sex, health…), a set of ancestors, a community, a nation—and born into the stories told of each of these.

Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.