I preferred sewing to bossing little children.

Freedom for the working class!

Little girls and boys, barefooted, walked up and down between the endless rows of spindles, reaching thin little hands into the machinery to repair snapped threads

Life comes to the miners out of their deaths, and death out of their lives

I live in the United States, but I do not know exactly where. My address is wherever there is a fight against oppression.

But in Shimabukuro's hands, as he breaks out experimental jazz, lays down a steady blues train, or shreds on rock anthems, this little jumping flea becomes a melodic monster.

You must stand for free speech in the streets.