It's not a pretty world, Papa. ' 'I've noticed,' my father said softly.
A society will manufacture an image of progress and locate it in the direction it wishes to take us.
Gun stripping is the tea ceremony of America.
Ideas are self-replenishing, like snot
The law is where reality goes to die.
It’s a shame, sort of a waste, that most people are influenced by what the newspaper supplements tell them is the book they are meant to be seen reading this year. It seems like those people aren’t really interested in books. If you’re really into books, you havoc all over the place picking up disparate stuff which you devour hungrily, and the ‘selection’ process is more like a sixth sense hunger, a billion miles away from fashion.
Fractal litigation, whereby the flapping of a butterfly’s wings on one side of the world resulted in a massive compensation claim on the other.
We know what needs to be done - all that is missing is the will to do it.
I am here for my mother and all the Americans who are forced to spend time arguing with health insurance companies instead of focusing on getting well. I am here for the millions of lives that will be touched and in some cases, saved, by health insurance reform. I am here for the small businesses who are forced to choose between health care and hiring. I am here for the seniors who are unable to afford the prescriptions they need.
I try with my pictures to raise a question, to provoke a debate, so that we can discuss problems together and come up with solutions.
Everybody is so sensitive, you'd think Nolan Ryan was pitching.