Between pigs and human beings there was not and there need not be any clash of interest whatsoever.
The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.
When you are five, you know your age down to the month. Even in your twenties, you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties, something strange starts to happen. It is a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm--you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you are not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.
Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
Must protect my little pockets of happiness.
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
We’re constantly being bombarded by problems that we face and sometimes we can get completely overwhelmed. [But] we should always feel like a hummingbird. I may feel insignificant, but I don’t want to be like the other animals watching the planet go down the drain. I’ll be a hummingbird, I’ll do the best I can.
I play piano and drums very poorly and French horn and tuba all equally as bad.
The Unheavenly Chorus is the definitive study of participatory inequality in America. Marshaling prodigious evidence, the authors show how money not only buys influence directly but also affects associations that are supposed to be democratic antidotes to concentrated wealth. A monumental achievement of careful scholarship, this book offers real knowledge of how politics actually operates.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.