Quotes About Community

The injustice done to an individual is sometimes of service to the public.

Shot at twenty-seven times - what a Dominican number...

I used to think those were the barrio rules, Latinos and blacks in, whites out —a place we down cats weren't supposed to go. But love teaches you. Clears your head of any rules.

Our hero was not one of those Dominican cats everybody's always going on about—he wasn't no home-runner hitter or fly bachetero, not a playboy with a million hots on his jock.

Without us, in other words, there can never be hope of a We.

What is clear is that being a reader/fanboy (for lack of a better term) helped him get through the rough days of his youth, but it also made him stick out in the mean streets of Paterson even more than he already did.

You know, she said finally, we colored folks talk plenty of shit about loving our children but we really don't. She exhaled. We don't, we don't, we don't.

Decent people live around here and that's how we're going to live. You're Americans now. He had his Chivas Regal bottle on his knee.

What we [writers] do might be done in solitude and with great desperation, but it tends to produce exactly the opposite. It tends to produce community and in many people hope and joy.

We were on our way to the colmado for an errand.

Only by externalization, by entering into social relationships, can we develop the interiority of our own person.

LGBT members of society need not prove their legitimacy but only live significant lives that bring us all together.

The purpose of #wealth is to #heal and not to #hoard. In your selfishness with your wealth you renounce your claim to it.

Canada's the best country in the world.

What is home but a place where you are truly known?

All those years, waiting for the Army, and it turns out the Army is us.

Our place had just four rooms and voices had a way of carrying, you couldn't sneeze in one room without somebody in another saying bless you.

She thought she'd hate it, this huge, faceless city far from home, but the opposite was true: she felt nothing but relief. The heedless sprawl of Denver, its chaotic snarl of subdivisions and freeways; the openness of the high plains and the indifferent mountains; the way people talked to each other, easily, without pretense, and the fact that nearly everyone was from somewhere else: exiles, like her.

But I suppose it's part of being old to feel that way, half in one world and half in the other, all of it mixed together in my mind. No one's left who even knows my name. Folks call me Auntie, on account of I never could have children of my own, and I guess that suits me fine. Sometime it's like I've got so many people inside of me I'm never alone at all. And when I go, I'll be taking them with me.

Sometimes this place is like a big rudeness contest, but it's worth the hassle.

Before she'd left Iowa, Jeanette had never seen but one or two black people in her life, except on television and in the movies. But Memphis was crawling with them.

Inside the walls

The best part about being with a group is that you don't have to do everything alone. You're with your friends.

She'd been so fired up about starting her horse camp this summer, bringing together horses and kids who had seen the worst side of human nature, but she couldn't very well do that when her horses were about to become homeless. And thinking about that side of human nature always sparked her temper. This was Texas, for God's sake. They should have more respect for the