Theres nothing more reassuring than a world thats crazier than you are.
We mothers are learning to mark our mothering success by our daughters' lengthening flight.
When men are oppressed, it's a tragedy. When women are oppressed, it's tradition.
We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young.
If the family were a boat, it would be a canoe that makes no progress unless everyone paddles.
If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.
When a family is free of abuse and oppression, it can be the place where we share our deepest secrets and stand the most exposed, a place where we learn to feel distinct without being better, - and sacrifice for others without losing ourselves.
Heroes and scholars represent the opposite extremes. . . The scholar struggles for the benefit of all humanity, sometimes to reduce physical effort, sometimes to reduce pain, and sometimes to postpone death, or at least render it more bearable. In contrast, the patriot sacrifices a rather substantial part of humanity for the sake of his own prestige. His statue is always erected on a pedestal of ruins and corpses. . . In contrast, all humanity crowns a scholar, love forms the pedestal of his statues, and his triumphs defy the desecration of time and the judgment of history.
I was never overexposed and work never became a chore. I was a very good girl wanting to do a good job.
I`ve been spending a fair amount of time in the recesses of white nationalist, white supremacist social media online areas, what called itself is the "alt right", which is sort of the euphemistic term they use for what is essentially modern day white supremacy. And they are some of [Donald]Trump - this has been reported from the beginning but they are very excited about [anti-Muslim] proposal.
I was born into all that, all that mess, the over-crowded swamp and the over-crowded sematary and the not-crowded-enough town, so I don’t remember nothing, don’t remember a world without Noise. My pa died of sickness before I was born and then my ma died, of course, no surprises there. Ben and Cillian took me in, raised me. Ben says my ma was the last of the women but everyone says that about everyone’s ma. Ben may not be lying, he believes it’s true, but who knows?