Whoever can be made to believe absurdities can be made to commit atrocities, and everyone can be made to believe absurdities.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
First you remain silent in the face of absurdities, then you utter them, and finally you believe them,
Hidden depths are only unrecorded thoughts, which have ceased to exist.
No social system can withstand a horde of vandals hell-bent on doing good.
Identity politics debase not politics but identity.
Ideology readily replaces identity: both hinge on what and whom to hate.
If you have become what you used to hate, you didn’t hate it all that much in the first place.
The best way to die is all at once.
People used to say, not long ago, that they didn’t want to be labeled. It seems so quaint.
Identity is a checklist. If you check certain boxes you will be expected to check others, and individuality is demonstrated by checking a few boxes from the wrong column.