Charles M. Blow Quotes

Concealment makes the soul a swamp. Confession is how you drain it.

There is no wrong time to do the right thing.

The only way to vanquish cowardice is to brandish courage.

You don’t become a teacher to make a world of money. You become a teacher to make a world of difference.

Different is not deviant, no matter what the world may say. You have the moral obligation to love yourself.

Now you have to decide whether or not you want to be part of the bigotry that is Donald Trump. You have to decide whether you want to be part of the sexism and misogyny that is Donald Trump.

There are no 'come shoot me' clothes.

A lie is like a cat: you need to stop it before it gets out the door or it’s really hard to catch.

An illustration is a visual editorial - its just as nuanced. Everything that goes into it is a call you make: every color, every line weight, every angle.

Voter apathy is a civic abdication.

Co-opted convictions will always betray you.

Trying hard and working hard is its own reward. It feeds the soul. It affirms your will and your power. And it radiates from you, lighting the way for all those who see you.

Elections have a way of cooling passions, especially when voters get what they want.

I was always a relatively quiet and introspective kid.

I had set about trying to make myself more polished than a country boy would be.

I'm trying to illuminate how perilously narrow we draw the concepts of masculinity and sexuality in our male culture.

I know a bigot when I see a bigot.

Being a world leader is less about destiny than focused determination, and it is there that we have faltered.

I know that life, I’ve done all those things, and I can still tell you that just being you is perfectly fine.

The internet is ruthless. And people are very, very happy to let you know when they don't like something.

We don’t vote for people because they are the exact embodiment of our values, but because they are likely to be the most responsive to them.

It was words and reading that had made me quiet, and being quiet had made me a mark.

I had been fortified by trauma, the way a bone, once broken, grows back stronger than it had been.