There is no happiness where there is no wisdom.
The sum of the crowd's IQ was far below that of its most modest single member. Mobs have passions, not brains.
This is every writer's nightmare - the sudden breakdown of meaning in the language that sustains and supports us.
The truth is, it's not a great career move to create a readership and then, in effect, abandon them.
There were reprints of American editorials. Liberals saw it as a resurgence of social protest and decried the discrimination, poverty, and hunger that had provoked it. Conservative columnists acidly pointed out that hungry people don't steal stereo systems first and called for a crackdown in law enforcement. All of the reasoned editorials sounded hollow in light of the perverse randomness of the event. It was as if only a thin wall of electric lighting protected the great cities of the world from total barbarism.
What, after all, is more real to us than the geography of our childhoods?
God is found in this Life. . . to wait for another is folly.
My heart was broken when I realized my daughter had a problem. I pray every day for her.
I grew up in an artists community in New York, in a building that was government-subsidised for artists. No one made any money, but they made art for the sake of art.
My activism has to do with my conscience; I cannot let certain things slide without doing something. My public speaking is part of an art form that is cultural.
I wrote six versions of a 30-second tease for an NBA game. You never get it right on the first try.