When I was born, my father was a copper miner in Butte, Montana. It was a hard-core, blue-collar situation.

Hope is essential to any political struggle for radical change when the overall social climate promotes disillusionment and despair.

For anyone worn down, The Impossible Will Take a Little While is a bracing double cappuccino.

Considering the absence of legal coercion, the surprising thing is that men have for so long, and, on the whole, so reliably, adhered to what we might call the breadwinner ethic.

Exercise is the yuppie version of bulimia.

No matter that patriotism is too often the refuge of scoundrels. Dissent, rebellion, and all-around hell-raising remain the true duty of patriots.

The 'working poor,' as they are approvingly termed, are in fact the major philanthropists of our society.

There is a vast difference between positive thinking and existential courage.

No one should be incarcerated for debt or squeezed for money they have no chance of getting their hands on.

Poverty is not a character failing or a lack of motivation. Poverty is a shortage of money.

Personally, I can't see why it would be any less romantic to find a husband in a nice four-color catalogue than in the average downtown bar at happy hour.

If your neighbor's lawn looks better than yours, don't let jealousy consume you ..... start working on yours. With love and dedication, your side will look better than their.

History knows no scruples and no hesitation. Inert and unnering flows towards her goal. History knows herway. She makes no mistakes.

Everyone needs a helping hand, You just have to offer it.

If you have a very strong will to travel, the road will suddenly appear before you!

Wrapped around my son with only the knowledge of the words of the world & a quiet remembrance of watching before this all began.

I think you take whatever it is that you would do for free and you figure out the way to do it.

I'm a bit of a chicken when it comes to seeing potentially horrifying things on the Internet.

It's amazing what some people read into songs.

Looking back, I've never had one regret.

The gates of monarchs Are arched so high that giants may jet through And keep their impious turbans on without Good morrow to the sun.