We are way more powerful when we turn to each other and not on each other, when we celebrate our diversity, focus on our commonality, and together tear down the mighty walls of injustice.

The American people might have a criminal syndicate running their government.

It now becomes clear why the Bush Administration has been vigorously opposing congressional hearings. The Bush Administration has been engaged in a conspiracy of silence.

If deliberate distortion of reality by corporate media could be effectively prosecuted in the United States, the entire industry would be behind bars.

It is at this moment, when things appear so bleak that we must redouble our efforts and not give up. We must believe that we can remake the world in a more peaceful reality.

The situation in the United States is becoming more dire for average ordinary Americans, and the last thing we need to do is to spend money on death, destruction and war.

I can't be calm when I drive through sections of Atlanta that look more like Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of Congo, than America.

African Americans have always known that a little bit of paranoia was healthy for us.

How is it that we can entrust the solutions for the problems that confront our country today to those who are complicit in their creation?

Every dollar that is printed should not represent a debt to private bankers. It should represent an investment potential in the common good, in the common needs of our country.

Al Gore's Negro tolerance level has never been too high. I've never known him to have more than one black person around him at any given time.

Can people tell from the emphasis we attach to material things whether we have set our affection on things above, or whether we are primarily attached to this world?

Life Would've Been Easier If The People Had Crushes On Jesus Christ.. Not Other People.

I think in friendship, you want to be there for your friend, and sometimes you just don't know what to do or the relationship you have with them is not clear enough for you to know what to do.

I don't wish to inhabit the human world under false pretences.

I tried, it was hard, I quit, the end. Story of my life.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

This is pretty much the answer to every problem you encounter in suburbia: plant a tree, and hope you don't see anyone's privates.

We have to stop and be humble enough to understand that there is something called mystery.

The nation seems to slouch onward into its uncertain future like some huge inarticulate beast, too much attainted by wounds and ailments to be robust, but too strong and resourceful to succumb.

Let others laugh when you sacrifice desire to duty, if they will. You have time and eternity to rejoice in.