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| 9aa4c98 | Without some redistribution of wealth and power, downward mobility and debilitating poverty will continue to drive people into desperate channels. And without principled opposition to xenophobias from above below, these desperate channels will produce a cold-hearted and mean-spirited America no longer worth fighting for or living in. | black-jewish-relations mobility race-relations-in-america redistribution-of-wealth xenophobia | Cornel West | |
| fed493d | Where there is no vital community to hold up precious ethical and religious ideals, there can be no coming to a moral commitment--only personal accomplishment is applauded. | Cornel West | ||
| 710928a | The Poverty Tour provided the opportunity to meet many people who had been living paycheck to paycheck even before the economic downturn. To so quickly slide from the great middle into the underworld of the poor validated our suspicions that perhaps these citizens never really were bona fide, middle class Americans. Indeed, some economists assert that the middle class evaporated decades ago. | poverty race | Cornel West | |
| 98e6a02 | Our march toward self-annihilation has already obliterated ninety percent of the large fish in the oceans and wiped out half of the mature tropical forests, the lungs of the planet.25 At this rate, by 2030, only ten percent of the Earth's tropical forests will remain. | Chris Hedges | ||
| ad3bbeb | Human kindness is deeply subversive to totalitarian creeds, which seek to thwart all compassion toward those deemed unworthy of moral consideration, those branded as internal or external enemies. | Chris Hedges | ||
| 62e6039 | We live in a two-tiered legal system, one where poor people are harassed, arrested, and jailed for absurd infractions, such as selling loose cigarettes--which led to Eric Garner being choked to death by the New York City police in 2014--while crimes of appalling magnitude by the oligarchs and corporations, from oil spills to bank fraud in the hundreds of billions of dollars, which wiped out 40 percent of the world's wealth,41 are dealt with.. | Chris Hedges | ||
| 1712448 | I have always been intrigued by the journals that girls keep. They are like dollhouses. Once you look inside them, the rest of the world seems very far away, even unbelievable. | Rachel Klein | ||
| cfb0efc | I once considered learning to love iced coffee, but then I remembered I'd have to kill myself, so I gave up the idea. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| df33a86 | I come from a long line of tall-tale talkers. Our family crest is bullets over crossed fingers and underneath it says, 'Bullshit Uber Alles. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 6b9e323 | L.A. is what happens when a bunch of Lovecraftian elder gods and porn starlets spend a weekend locked up in the Chateau Marmont snorting lines of crank off Jim Morrison's bones. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 39c96e2 | Death, like birth, is a secret of nature." Only with birth you get a blanket and a bottle. You get a blanket with death too, but they call it a shroud and everyone else gets the bottle." | Richard Kadrey | ||
| a780068 | Did you send candy and flowers on Valentine's Day, Wells? It's okay, you know. He was a saint. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| b268610 | I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 15e76c1 | Imagine all of L.A. filled with windup men wandering empty-headed and waiting for orders and directions and purpose. That's L.A. in a nutshell. A city of driven creatures, but no one is a hundred percent sure what they're driven toward. Wealth. Fame. Power. Love. Revenge. These are all the obvious end points for the citizens of a spectral city, but none of them quite encompass a final goal. That's more fragile. Something that slips away lik.. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 39c938d | Maybe that's why Heaven is silent and God doesn't speak to man anymore. Heavenly intervention would blow the point spread. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 342e753 | No need to kill everyone. They know not to let their Chihuahuas piss on my lawn. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 22e547c | Sometimes there's nothing worse than the truth. It can be harder and sharper and hurt more than a knife. The truth can clear a room faster than tear gas. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 5fc4a27 | When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| d30d1db | It could have been ten." "What's that mean?" "It's a Hellion joke. When God threw them from Heaven, they fell for nine days, so when everything goes to shit you say..." "...It could have been ten." | Richard Kadrey | ||
| cd5b532 | Brooding is for chickens, as my first-grade teacher used to say. Or maybe it was Lucifer. Homily reciters all kind of run together for me. | Richard Kadrey | ||
| 3686d8a | You're mad," he said in a low voice, "if you think I would leave you now. I'll see you safe and well no matter what it takes." | romance romantic | Lisa Kleypas | |
| 0371526 | Gabe continued to stare, as if it was some sort of weird stare off where, if I backed off first, I'd be the loser and have to do something really embarrassing like admit he had a physical effect on my body. "Shh,"Lisa said in a low voice. "No sudden movements he'll take it as a challenge and start chasing." "Me thinks she wants to be chased." Gabe licked his lips." | Rachel Van Dyken | ||
| 73acff7 | But then this is how it is for women everywhere. You experience one lapse in conscience, in how low you think you'll go, in what you'll accept, and pretty soon you're at the bottom | Lisa See | ||
| 15ce305 | All I know is he's letting me see it, and him, and he is exactly what he preaches. Raw and honest, and intense and I believe in this moment that we are a rainbow of the same colors, none of them bright or beautiful. We are the many shades of gray and black, hoping to find a glimmer of light in each other, not more darkness. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 1e41e94 | I've been called worse," he assures me, "and perhaps I am guilty as charged. I guess it depends on who is defining what constitutes a lady's man." The statement strikes me as true beyond its intention. How many of us allow others to define us and thus we become what they want us to be, not what we should be or could be?" | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 9665cde | I'm letting this Rebecca mystery make my mind run wild. Actually, my whole life feels like it's running wild whereas only weeks before it was calm and uneventful. I'm standing on a high-rise ledge and walking the edge, and while there is fear and apprehension, there is also a high I can only call an adrenaline rush that I crave more and more each day. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 9c560dc | You do understand, Sara. More than you know. More than I wish you did." His mouth closes down over mine, hot with demand, and I know he believes this conversation is over, that he means to end it with the wicked caress of his tongue against mine, the possessive splay of his hands on my body. But I refuse to be this powerless, to be silenced with the very passion that drives me to need to understand this man. "No," I gasp, and shove against .. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 2098119 | I try to fight what I am feeling but his words play in my head. Anytime soon. Eventually he will leave. We need each other right now, I tell myself, two broken people who have connected in the depths of all our fucked-upness. I wonder why it feels that it isn't enough when only days ago it was exactly what I wanted. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 1a29493 | This is who I am, Sara. I will protect you from everything and everyone else, but I can't protect you from who I am or who we will be if you stay with me." "I know who you are," I whisper, and I am more clear of mind than I have been in a very long time. I need him. I've needed him from the moment I first met him. Even then, that first night, I felt free to let go with him, to be me, when I didn't even recognize me. "But you need to know th.. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| b9a647e | You will go there again. You will. I'm not about to pretend otherwise. It's all or nothing, Chris. All the dark, hated places you go, you go with me. You have to trust me enough to love that part of you as much as I do the rest." "You don't know what you're asking." "It's not a question. It's not even close to a request. This is how it has to be." His lashes lower; his struggle is palpable, and I soften instantly, hurting as he hurts. My fi.. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 819983a | You do more than help. You're the reason I take my next breath. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 6527568 | I approve, as I'm sire the rest of the female population does. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| 86e92ba | Paranoid is better than careless. | Lisa Renee Jones | ||
| e9a830c | hnk frq shs` byn l'ml w ltwq` . fy lbd `tqdtu 'n lfrq ykmn fy lmd@ lzmny@ , w 'n l'ml yntZr 'mran mzl b`yd lmnl knt mkhTy'@ . ltwq` yntmy l~ ljsd w l'ml yntmy l~ lrwH hdh hw lfrq . ytHwr lthnn w ythyr 'Hdhm lakhr 'w yTmy'nh w lkn lkl mnhm Hlm ykhtlf `n lakhr . t`lmt shyy'an Dfyan hw 'nh yumkn 'n tdwm twq`t ljsd Twylan mthl 'y 'ml mthl ntZr jsdy jsdk .. . | John Berger | ||
| 2c43701 | Money is life. Not in the sense that without money you starve. Not in the sense that capital gives one class power over the entire lives of another class. But in the sense that money is the token of, and the key to, every human capacity. The power to spend money is the power to live. | John Berger | ||
| 0ea8fbf | This great artist is a man whose life-time is consumed by struggle : partly against material circumstances, partly against incomprehension, partly against himself... ... In no other culture has the artist been thought of in this way. Why then in this culture? We have already referred to the exigencies of the open art market. But the struggle was not only to live. Each time a painter realized that he was dissatisfied with the limited role of.. | John Berger | ||
| 34b73b4 | The boon of language is not tenderness. All that it holds, it holds with exactitude and without pity, even a term of endearment; the word is impartial: the usage is all. The boon of language is that it is complete, it has the potentiality of holding with words the totality of human experience--everything that has occurred and everything that may occur. It even allows space for the unspeakable. In this sense one can say of language that it.. | John Berger | ||
| 82b367c | l'shy lSGyr@ hy lty tkhyfn, w l'shy lDkhm@ lty bmknh 'n tqtl hy lty tmnHn lshj`@. | John Berger | ||
| f179b1f | A spoken language is a body, a living creature, whose physiognomy is verbal and whose visceral functions are linguistic. And this creature's home is the inarticulate as well as the articulate. | organicity spoken-language wholeness | John Berger | |
| 606d120 | l yktb 'y sh`r 'kthr mn qSyd@ wHd@. qSyd@ tmtd msf@ l`mr klh, wqd yZn 'nh yktb qSy'd qSyr@ mkhtlf@. lkn fy lHqyq@ nh jmy`an 'jzun mn lqSyd@ lTwyl@ dhth. | John Berger | ||
| 092529e | They can't foresee what we intend to do next. This is why they lose their nerve. They can't cross the zone of silence they herd us into. A zone bordered on their side by the distant din of their false accusations, and on our side by our silent final intentions. | John Berger | ||
| 2d6695d | Would you like a glass or are you still being obnoxious? | humor jonathan-hale | Krista Ritchie | |
| 834a1a8 | The canvas is on the easel now, as large and white as a sheet that has never been slept in. My paintings have become larger and larger as I have grown older. As a young painter you are overwhelmed by the complexity of your subject. Every crease, every dimple, is an equally startling revelation. It's like your first girl. You don't understand her. You can only copy her - hesitantly. Later you become shamelessly yourself. You create in your i.. | John Berger | ||
| 894a984 | The mirror was often used as a symbol of the vanity of woman. The moralizing, however, was mostly hypocritical. You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, you put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting "Vanity", thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for your own pleasure." | John Berger |