Utopia is not a kind of place but a kind of time, those all too brief moments when one would not wish to be anywhere else. Is there an instinct, a very ancient instinct, for breathing in unison? The ultimate utopia, that.

– Susan Sontag, In America

To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.

– George Orwell, The Prevention of Literature

May you be wrapped in tenderness, you my brother, as if in a cloak. – The Koran