For sure, they don't teach you this in history class, but in colonial times, the person who got left in the stocks overnight was nothing less than fair game for everybody to nail. Men or women, anybody bent over had no way of knowing who was doing the ram job, and this was the real reason you never wanted to end up here unless you had a family member or a friend who'd stand with you the whole time. To protect you. To watch your ass, for real.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.

Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It’s like stealing something valuable they don’t even know they own.

The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage.

I don't remember the hotel rooms or the airports but I always remember the events.

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.

This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.