proletarian : bourgeois : kulak :: oppressed : privileged : white

Ideology readily replaces identity: both hinge on what and whom to hate.

All authors dream of a posthumous reputation, none of posthumous sales.

There's no shame in being wrong, only in not paying for it.

We venerate artists who die too young to answer questions.

Only moderns, criminals, and small children regard a desire for something as a sign that they ought to have it.

There are no atheists in casinos.

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.

People used to say, not long ago, that they didn't want to be labeled. It seems so quaint.

Occam's Razor accounts not for the world's simplicity, but for our own.

Ordinary men can do abominable things, abominable men can do magnificent things, and whatever you think you know about a man it's not enough.

Writing carries the small but ever-present danger of being understood.

The loss of America's appetite for full-on war has whetted it for petty military adventure.

Civilization depends on exclusion – what and whom to get rid of, what and whom not to let in in the first place.

Anti-Semitism is marvelously economical; you can hate communism, globalism, the academy, television, international finance, journalism, and Hollywood, all at the same time.

The common denominator is always low.

The only class struggle is the bourgeoisie against itself.