Daniel

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“The market, one might say, is a casino from which it is difficult to escape, and the inequalities that it produces are tainted with injustice for that reason.”
― G.A. Cohen, Why Not Socialism?

“Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“In every type of society people perforce provision one another: a society is a network of mutual provision. But, in market society, that mutuality is only a by-product of an unmutual and fundamentally nonreciprocating attitude.”
― G.A. Cohen, Why Not Socialism?