Quotes About Community

In a perfect world mothers would all want their babies, and strangers would open up their homes to the unloved.

Anastasia felt inadequate among the greats, and yet they parted to make sure she was in the midst of them, as an equal.

I'm setting up an e-mail address that we can all check regularly,' Allie told her. It's [email protected]." "Cute.

Well, perhaps this isolation was a Texas thing. Rules and traditions were different here than in the rest of the Mericas. They didn't call it the Lone Star region for nothing.

Nothing about our own existence to decipher. Which meant that no one person was more important than any other.

T)his is the true core of human nature: When we've lost the strength to save ourselves, we somehow find the strength to save each other.

He was loved, but only as one among a group of other beloved things.

From the city of Caracas

Multitude, solitude: identical terms, and interchangeable by the active and fertile poet. The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd.

Quem não sabe povoar sua solidão, também não saberá ficar sozinho em meio a uma multidão.

Those faces you see every day on the streets were not created entirely without hope: be kind to them: like you they have not escaped.

News travels fast in places where nothing much ever happens.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

I like to prowl ordinary places. I feel sorry for us all or glad for us all caught alive together and awkward in that way. there's nothing better than the joke of us the seriousness of us the dullness of us

When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row. There are some real weirdos down there. They're everywhere.

anything, compared to the people, is a foundation worth searching for. anything.

The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios … We were all in it together.

You could sit in there all day drinking coffee and they never asked you to leave no matter how bad you looked. They just asked the bums not to bring their wine and drink it there. Places like that gave you hope when there wasn´t much hope.

Once in a rare lifetime have you ever been in a roomful of people who only helped you when you looked at them, listened to them. this was one of those magic times. I knew it.

I sat back down and poured a glass of wine. I left my door open. The moonlight came in with the sounds of the city: juke boxes, automobiles, curses, dogs barking, radios . . . We were all in it together. We were all in one big shit pot together. There was no escape. We were all going to be flushed away.

I don't want to stay where I'm not wanted. I don't want to stay where I'm disliked.