Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be.

I've lived too long with pain. I won't know who I am without it.

With false names, on the right nets, they could be anybody. Old men, middle-aged women, anybody, as long as they were careful about the way they wrote. All that anyone would see were the words, their ideas. Every citizen started equal, on the nets.

I am especially grateful, however, to have known the fifties, before we began to poison our own civilization - or at least before the effects of the poison began to be felt.

Unemployment is capitalism's way of getting you to plant a garden.

I hope I am remembered by my children as a good father.