...his vacant eyes took on a more sinister look, taking notice of us for the first time, a stranger in our midst, a monster.

You have to stand out, do something, to be remembered.

If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

No more running, no more half living, starving or fear. You have it better than me now, I think.

...I can't make exceptions for myself. If I can run, I will run. I don't have to feel good to do it.

Wouldn't it be ironic if everyone who got a radio up and running just sat around waiting for everyone else to transmit a message?

...the end of the world hasn't granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

Not too bad, reminds me of some kind of meat dip, best if you close your eyes and pretend it's something else.

I don't want to think about it, but I have to. Someone has to. I see the signs of spring and I weep...

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice,” Hanalea said. “When that time comes, choose love.

I think that as women sometimes, we put ourselves secondary because we kind of lose ourselves and the part of us that makes us awesome.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

In his garden, every man may be his own artist without apology or explanation.

The UN structure is one-sided, stacked against the world of Islam.

For any single thing you can do, there is one person who is best in the world. Usually it is Mike Caro.

It really pains me greatly to hear from graduate students that graduate education is a lower priority here.

I happen to have a public profile. Ditto newspaper editors. It's a result of what I do, not an end.

Protecting vital sources of renewal - unscathed marshes, healthy reefs, and deep-sea gardens - will provide hope for the future of the Gulf, and for all of us.