Hope never trickles down. It always springs up.

I read somewhere that when a person takes part in community action, his health improves. Something happens to him or to her biologically. It's like a tonic.

I've always felt, in all my books, that there's a deep decency in the American people and a native intelligence - providing they have the facts, providing they have the information.

Ordinary people are capable of doing extraordinary things, and that's what it's all about. They must count.

Hope never trickles down. It always springs up.

I cannot even picture myself retiring. What would I do? I'll always be doing something, asking somebody questions, even if there weren't a book.

Cannot Hannah Arendt's 'banality of evil' be subject to transposition: the evil of banality?