The soul may sleep and the body still be happy, but only in youth.
They shouldn't hate each other. . . I don't hate the Socs any more. . . they shouldn't hate. . .
Maybe the two different worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the same sunset.
nothing can wear you out like caring about people
You take up for your buddies, no matter what they do. When you're a gang, you stick up for the members. If you don't stick up for them, stick together, make like brothers, it isn't a gang anymore. It's a pack. A snarling, distrustful, bickering park like the Socs in their social clubs or the street gangs in New York or the wolves in the timber.
They grew up on the outside of society. They weren't looking for a fight. They were looking to belong.
If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky
[On women as priests:] It has always seemed very odd to me that this particular sphere of activity should remain a male closed shop, seeing that, to judge from church attendance, women are the more religious sex - while our criminal statistics make quite clear that they are the least wicked.
A secure pluralistic society requires communities that are educated and confident both in the identity and depth of their own traditions and in those of their neighbours.
Go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
When we’re passionate about something, we innovate, create, and continue on with our dreams.