A Border is scratched across the hearts of men by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink across the map turn red.
Bureaucracy is the only remaining contact with the dimension of the divine; its impenetrable omnipotence and very purposelessness harbors divine enjoyment.
Bureaucracy is out of control — the primary function of the government is to "spew out paper."
Distance is nothing to the lover — Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.
Distance is, in modernity, short in terms of length and yet ever remote to us. What is vastly far away in terms of length, can be near to us. Short distance is not already nearness. Great distance is not yet remoteness.
15 concepts in this pillow book.