Going to have to start calling these "weekend quotations. " I'm on my way out of town for a couple of days, but leave you with these.
Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?
History would be far different if we did not tend to hear God most clearly when we think He is telling us exactly what it is we want to hear.
Pausing in the face of new information to perform a mental fact check or ask a question is less about having the time and more about having the inclination.
Thanksgiving is the day when ... my mom, after six Bloody Marys, looks at the turkey and goes, "Here kitty kitty."
Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.
If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Just give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman. Then if you can get the dog to go somewhere and read the book, I might have a little fun!
Life is tough. Three out of three people die, so shut up and deal.
With a library you are free, not confined by temporary political climates. It is the most democratic of institutions because no one--but no one at all--can tell you what to read and when and how.
Why is there so much month left at the end of the money?
I fight for my children. It is not about me. It is about them. The deep despair I feel over our collective inability to acknowledge, much less confront, the catastrophic dislocations ahead of us is offset by a fierce desire as a father to make sure I have summoned all my energy and resilience to defy the corporate systems of death that are exploiting human beings and the natural world until their exhaustion or collapse. At least, I hope, my children will look back and see that their father did not remain passive as the ecosystem was destroyed in the name of profit, and the world was reconfigured by corporations into a terrifying neofeudalism, a kind of totalitarian capitalism. At least they will see, I hope, pictures of their father being hauled off to jail in defiance. I resist not out of hate but out of love, a love for all the things the deformed culture of corporate profit finds meaningless and sentimental – children, lakes, mountains, trees and the song of a wood thrush deep in the forest.
A methodology and philosophy of revolution is neither born nor accepted overnight. From the moment it emerges, it is subjected to rigorous tests, opposition, scorn and prejudice. The old guard in any society resents new methods, for old guards wear the decorations and medals won by waging battle in the accepted manner. Often opposition comes not only from the conservatives, who cling to tradition, but also from the extremist militants, who favor neither the old nor the new.
Martin Luther King, Jr.