It’s the Joshua tree’s struggle that gives it its beauty.

Don’t confuse the teacher with the lesson, the ritual with the ecstasy, the transmitter of the symbol with the symbol itself.

as soon as we renounce fiction and illusion, we lose reality itself; the moment we subtract fictions from reality, reality itself loses its discursive-logical consistency.

When he had ended, the holy hermit was a moment silent, then said: “My son, I have attended to thy story and I know the maiden. I have myself seen her, as have many. Know,...

Source truth exists in greater abundance outside of the symbolic system of words.

Roots is not just a saga of my family. It is the symbolic saga of a people.

The rest of the girls out there are just shooting stars,” Simon whispered into my ear. “They’re on a crash course to nowhere. But you, my lady friend, you’re a black hole. You’ve sucked me...

What’s it like here?There’s a biscuit factory next door. We get the broken ones.

What he realised, and more clearly as time went on, was that money-worship has been elevated into a religion. Perhaps it is the only real religion-the only felt religion-that is left to us. Money is...

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated...