Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.

I'm an activist; I have to be angry all the time. That's what we do!

I think my eyes were knocked open and they don't close. I sometimes wish I could close them and look away.

Humans are animals of habit.

To call someone anti-American, indeed, to be anti-American, (or for that matter anti-Indian, or anti-Timbuktuan) is not just racist, it's a failure of the imagination. An inability to see the world in terms other than those that the establishment has set out for you: If you're not a Bushie, you're a Taliban. If you don't love us, you hate us. If you're not Good, you're Evil. If you're not with us, you're with the terrorists.

Empathy may be the single most important quality that must be nurtured to give peace a fighting chance.

I really worry about these political people that have no personal life. If there's nothing that's lovely, and if there's nothing that's just ephemeral, that you can just lie on the floor and bust a gut laughing at, then what's the point?