The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars.
All photos speak a thousand words. This one contained a library.
As long as we don’t cut off our hearts, the inner workings of the universe illuminate before us.
No one’s life made sense on paper. You cannot condense a person into facts.
Stop listening to the TV tell you about America the beautiful . . . get up and be America the beautiful.
There’s a place between passivity and violence. I’ll meet you there.
We’ve got to make change our national pastime and hold protests more regularly than weekend parties.
The Earth was singing her revolution. She was calling her brave men and women to her defense.
This isn’t about keeping mountains looking pretty. Ending mountaintop removal is about keeping humanity alive.
Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars
Geography and mileage mean nothing. Separate is a single word that covers all distances that aren’t together.