New York lost a classic. Carmine was an old school New Yorker.
A Christian is not his own master, since all his time belongs to God.
Let us therefore be of a reverent spirit, and fear the long-suffering of God, that it tend not to our condemnation.
Only let it be in the name of Jesus Christ, that I may suffer together with Him! I endure everything because He Himself, Who is perfect man, empowers me.
I am the wheat of God, and am ground by the teeth of the wild beasts, that I may be found the pure bread of God.
I greet you from Smyrna together with the Churches of God present here with me. They comfort me in every way, both in body and soul. My chains, which I carry about on me for Jesus Christ, begging that I may happily make my way to God, exhort you: persevere in your concord and in you community prayers.
I would rather die and come to Jesus Christ than be king over the entire earth. Him I seek who died for us; Him I love who rose again because of us.
I lied to you about a lot of things. . . . but I meant every apology.
Opening your hands will set you free.
I think sex work gets over-mystified and overcomplicated because it's about sexuality, and women's sexuality in general. What strikes me when I look at sex worker organizations and sex worker movements, in the US especially, is that they're so in alignment with other longstanding progressive causes. If anything, sex workers have been at the forefront of some of these causes. There have always been sex workers at the forefront of social movements.
The prices are ridiculous. . . I don't see how people can go back and forth to work or to school. How can we afford the gas?