Given Loughner's obsession with meaninglessness and language, maybe Foucault & Derrida deserve some fault here, too.
When Loughner himself speaks and we find out his real influences are Spiderman, 'Gnome Chomsky,' Taylor Swift, and Dr. Bronner, then what?
Bailey, a former prosecutor, attacked her credibility scattershot, an approach he would use throughout the trial, particularly with female witnesses. ...He accused her, that is--without coming out and...
Literature had torn Tessa and me apart, or prevented us from merging in the first place. That was its role in the world, I'd started to fear: to conjure up disagreements that didn't matter and inspire...
It’s the little deceptions that no one catches that are going to dissolve it all someday. We’ll look at clocks and we won’t believe the hands. They’ll forecast sun but we’ll pack our slickers anyway.
Everyone loves a witch hunt as long as it's someone else's witch being hunted.
You thought you were found but you realize that you were lost, and someday you may discover that you’re lost now.
He looked like a being who'd voyaged back through time from a world that had overcome illness, pain, and conflict.
I could see tall ideas standing up behind his eyes.
Cross the wrong state border with your gun, or wake up one morning to new legislation or a new presidential executive order, and suddenly you're the bad guy, not the good guy. No wonder some gun owner...
Philippe,
Memo to extreme partisans: If you can't bring yourselves to love your enemies, can you at least learn to hate your friends?
They lived in a blurry world, those two, where clear, consistent intentions weren't required.
This is how it works now with the news: the story begins with a moral, then a narrative is fashioned to support it.
How soon human beings forget what a privilege it is to live in freedom. A privilege, not an honor. An honor would mean we deserved it. We do not.
I understood that no one lives forever, but there are certain people whose power and presence so thoroughly penetrate your view of things that contemplating their absence feels as strange as imagining...
I feel like my head is finally the right size. I feel like it finally fits around my mind.
Purple Noon.
Other people's devotions embarrassed me, perhaps because, like other people's kisses, they rarely looked genuine when viewed too closely.
To apologize for your personal absolutes, for what Sandy Pinter calls your Core Attachments, means apologizing for your very existence.
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