Racism doesn't know color, death doesn't know age, and pain doesn't know might.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.
I didn't know the names of the flowers - now my garden is gone.
one must verge on the unknown, write toward the truth hitherto unrecognizable of one’s own sincerity, including the avoidable beauty of doom, shame, and embarrassment, that very area of personal self-recognition,(detailed individual is universal remember) which formal conventions, internalized, keep us from discovering in ourselves and others
Well, while I'm here I'll do the work — and what's the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
I've made peace with the fact that the things that I thought were weaknesses or flaws were just me. I like them.
We have to laugh. Life is hard and the news is often grim - you should be able to turn on NPR's Weekend Edition every week and know that we are going to make you think, make you question - and make you laugh, preferably out loud.
You can't get a friend more loyal than your dog.
Love cannot be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks.