A good American makes propaganda for whatever existence has forced him to become.
Human beings can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.
Psychoanalysis pretends to investigate the Unconscious. The Unconscious by definition is what you are not conscious of. But the Analysts already know whats in it. They should, because they put it all in beforehand. It's like an Easter Egg hunt.
There are evils, as someone has pointed out, that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever money, for instance, or war.
For the first time in history, the human species as a whole has gone into politics. Everyone is in the act, and there is no telling what may come of it.
No realistic, sane person goes around Chicago without protection.
Once you had read the Psychopathology of Everyday Life, you knew that everyday life was psychopathology.
Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
We mustn't forget how quickly the visions of genius become the canned goods of intellectuals.
We are all such accidents. We do not make up history and culture. We simply appear, not by our own choice. We make what we can of our condition with the means available. We must accept the mixture as we find it the impurity of it, the tragedy of it, the hope of it.
All human accomplishment has the same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination. It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!
Conquered people tend to be witty.
There is only one way to defeat the enemy, and that is to write as well as one can. The best argument is an undeniably good book.
What is art but a way of seeing?
Take our politicians: they're a bunch of yo-yos. The presidency is now a cross between a popularity contest and a high school debate, with an encyclopedia of cliches.