Quotes About Community

But it is the same with all of us. In familiar surroundings our manners are cheerful and easy, but only transport us to places where we know no one and no one knows us, and Lord! how uncomfortable we become!

Even a magician must have relations

If magic does not have friends in Yorkshire where may we find them?

I have to consider the needs of the Biscuit-Box Man – and the Folded-Up Child – and the People of the Alcove. They only have me to take care of them. They are in unfamiliar surroundings and may feel disconcerted. I have to return them to their appointed places.

Perhaps the wisdom of birds resides, not in the individual, but in the flock, the congregation.

What does the sign say?" " Ã¢â'¬ËœIf you lived here, you'd be home now.' Ã¢â'¬Â She clenched her hands with excitement. "See, every day people will drive past and read that sign and think, 'Yeah, if I lived here I'd be home now,' and I will be home. Motherfuckers.

Overweight southern senators are easy targets. They too easily become focal points of all evil, allowing the arts community to willfully ignore our own bigotry, our own petty evils, our own intolerance which--evil senators or no--will be the death of the arts.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

The Old Way: A Story of the First People

If America is a melting pot, New Orleans is where it comes to a boil.

The dearest things in the world are our neighbor's eyes; they cost everybody more than anything else in housekeeping.

The Sioux say: "With all things and in all things, we are relatives.

The Nashes pushed Johnny as hard socially as they did academically. At first, it was Boy Scout camp and Sunday Bible classes; later on, lessons at the Floyd Ward dancing school and membership in the John Aldens Society, a youth organization devoted to improving the manners of its members.

I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I musn't say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers.

In Chicago, people would take me for what I was.

Don't let the wicked city get you down

Don't let the wicked city get you down

At the local coffee-shop, hunched in one of the secretive, high-backed booths with hundreds of peoples' names gouged into the wood, we drank cup after cup of black coffee and talked frankly about sex.

Dodo Conway was a Catholic who had gone to Barnard and then married an architect who had gone to Columbia and was also a Catholic. They had a big, rambling house up the street from us, set behind a morbid façade of pine trees, and surrounded by scooters, tricycles, doll carriages, toy fire trucks, baseball bat, badminton nets, croquet wickets, hamster cages and cocker spaniel puppies--the whole sprawling paraphernalia of suburban childhood.

It was as if we had been forced together by some overwhelming circumstances, like war or plague, and shared a world of our own.

different as the animal with the touch of human hands about him when he returns to the herd

Modern innovations in Benidorm have not disturbed the rhythm of native customs.

we overheard one girl say to another: "Betsy is depressed today." It seems almost an incredible relief to know that there is someone outside oneself who is not happy all the time. We must be at low ebb when we are this far into the black: that everyone else, merely because they are "other", is invulnerable. That is a damn lie.

This is no time for the private point of view. (from 'Candles')