“Sex is perhaps like culture – a luxury that only becomes an art after generations of leisurely acquaintance. Why we scarcely approach either as individuals – it’s mass propulsion still!”

There is nothing that is comparable to it, as satisfactory or as thrilling, as gathering the vegetables one has grown.

Some time all kinds of letters will be published to the ineffable delight of endless readers.

But I don’t want nutrition. I want food!

Illness sets the mind free sometimes to roam and surmise.

In the menu, there should be a climax and a culmination. Come to it gently. One will suffice.

Experience is never at bargain price.

Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.

The first gathering of salads, radishes and herbs made me feel like a mother about her baby – how could anything so beautiful be mine?

Haiti or Canada, there must be one set of rules for everybody. We cannot welcome those to come and then try and act as though any culture will not be respected or treated inferior.

I think that nerds, if you want to call them that, have only gotten more hip and assimilated into the culture.

I have not been part of an active counterculture movement, as it is not the approach that I have personally pursued to create a qualitatively beneficial and meaningful impact on society.

The text is a tissue of quotations drawn from the innumerable centres of culture.

Ultimately we must concern ourselves with pulling out by its roots the decadence that controls our culture, the profit motive that controls our culture.

We even used to rake the hippies over the coals. They were protesting the Vietnam War, but we took aspects of their culture and had fun with it.

Pop culture hales you and wants you to fail.

I had so many different ideas swirling between culture and how to tie things together.