Revolutionaries don't get job security. They compete with rats for cheese and with strays for shelter--after the big bullets make feet out of their knees.
Sorrow for not understanding like I understand now the unpredictable, profound journey that marriage is.
You have to learn how to be married. You have to learn to love somebody.
OK, boss, I don't mind shuffling, but I won't scratch my head.
I don't want to have my children have to get dressed up to go out to say good morning and deserve to live among some other people. I want to be able to be free and take for granted that my neighbors like me and I like them.