He asked questions, he was interested and interesting, he rarely spoke of himself. He had a calm voice for the worst accidents and emergencies.
Great care was taken at all times to protect me from reality. They'd met people like me before. They knew how little reality we can take.
For he is in a past-tense, future-perfect kind of mood.
Every New Year's Eve is impending apocalypse in miniature.
As the departing president well understood, in this world there is only incremental progress. Only the willfully blind can ignore that the history of human existence is simultaneously the history of p...
My feeling is, having lived in different classes, that people want equality of opportunity... that's the thing that makes me despair: the idea that people aren't given equality of opportunity.
And I'm not going to get any thinner or any younger, my ass is going to hit the ground, if it hasn't already--and I want to be with somebody who can still see me in here. I'm still in here. And I don'...
Boys are just boys after all, but sometimes girls really seem to be the turn of a pale wrist, or the sudden jut of a hip, or a clutch of very dark hair falling across a freckled forehead. I'm not sayi...
Time is how you spend your love.
The feeling I had of moving into somebody else’s broken ambition.
She was someone who lived in her own dreamscape, who presumed that everyone around her was at all times feeling exactly as she was.
Yes, you could make something ornamental. That’s your freedom! Take it! Who knows? You might be the next Augusta Savage! I
Together we entered this new space that now opened up between people, a connection with no precise beginning or end, that was always potentially open, and my mother was one of the first people I knew...
There's always somebody who wants to be the Big Man, and take everything for themselves, and tell everybody how to think and what to do. When, actually, it's he who is weak. But if the Big Men see tha...
The Noted Activist
Race. Land. Ownership. Faith. Theft. Blood. And more blood. And more. And
Poverty is not just a headline, my love, it’s a lived reality, on the ground—and education is at the heart of it. I
One of the many things TV does not show you is the potential range and horror of the human form. For this alone, thought Alex, it is rightly celebrated.
Nostalgia is a luxury.
Millat was half sure that he was possibly maybe going to do something or not that would be correct and very silly and fine and un-good.