We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.

Beneath the violet pillar, in the vacuum before the roar of the cloud, there came a soft sound that might have been heard by those who listened closely: the gentle sigh of an idea unbound.

It is not learning we need at all. Individuals need learning but the culture needs something else, the pulse of light on the sea, the warm urge of huddling together to keep out the cold. We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

The gun is mightier than the pen, was our true opinion, and the RPG is mightier still.

We need empathy, we need the eyes that still can weep.

The word suffering is full and whole and perfect as a pierced heart, sweet, rushing and tender ... Suffering is the joy of someone about to be martyred, illumination of something given up as an offer.

We're so many, we're so hard to distinguish from each other, but we long to be distinguished.