Pick battles big enough to matter, small enough to win.

The rich...should beg the poor to forgive us for the bread we bring them. Healthy people sometimes feel they need to beg forgiveness too, although there is no reason why. Maybe we simply ask forgiveness for not being born where these poor women have been born, knowing that if we lived here too, our fate might well have been the same.

I encourage teachers to speak in their own voices. Don't use the gibberish of the standards writers.

I think a moment of critical energy has suddenly emerged. But moments like this come and go unless we seize them at their height.

The recklessness with which we sacrifice our sense of decency to maximize profit in the factory farming process sets a pattern for cruelty to our own kind.

False hope is worse than despair.

When I was young, I was religious.