Quotes About Community

To take away those people's faith in their Compassionate Society; the faith that the Ministry of Pain, the Seven Servants, the Polytheon, care for them as individuals and want nothing more than their individual happinesses; you think this will make them happy?

the small knot of raincoated citizens loitering at a waxman's booth suddenly cast off their waxed raincoats to become iridescent birds of paradise and pulled from the waxman's awning long, streaming banners with which they danced through the crowds of workaday citizens, wrapping them in rippling silk and mystery while from the back of the booth roman candles ignited and fountained silver fire into the air.

So many names in this … "place.

he could be anyone, anything, nuh? You want us all to get Social Counseling, eh? Everyone up in West One?

Back into the manswarm again.

Thomas Lull knows he is un-American: he hates cars but loves trains, Indian trains, big trains like a nation on the move. He is content with the contradiction that they are at once hierarchical and democratic, a temporary community brought together for a time; vital while it lasts, burning away like early mist when the terminus is reached.

The geek of the Earth are a tribe and they are mighty.

In my experience an appreciative letter from a fellow writer means a lot.

It was a quiet street—people kept themselves to themselves. It

There were always dog walkers out & about. Sometimes they even stopped for a chat while the various mutts inspected each other. Rebus would be asked how old his dog was. No idea. The breed, then ? Mongrel. And all the while, he would be thinking about cigarettes.

West-central Fife could use a spot of communion itself. It would drink the wine and pawn the chalice.

Everyone, it seemed to him, lived their lives out of little boxes, opening different ones for different occasions. Nobody ever gave their whole self away. Cops were like that, each box a safety mechanism. Most people you met in the course of your life, you never even learned their names. Everybody was boxed off from everybody else. It was called society.

He was in his twenties and lived in a caravan behind the pub, which he shared with his tattoos and facial piercings. 'The room you're in is his by rights,' Collins had explained to Rebus, 'but he'd rather be where he is.

means they'll mostly be Glasgow – and you

the communities into which people are born are wellsprings of the political claims that they recognize, and, in some formulations, even of their identities as individuals. Collective norms and practices constitute individuals as the beings that they are; they are, in Taylor's phrase, the "sources of the self." By this he means to convey not merely that collective norms and practices are historically prior to any given individual; they also supply her life with meaning and value.

Kids are meeting in coffee shops and basements figuring out what's unsustainable in their communities. That's the future.

Ramadan is a boot camp for the Muslim body and soul. In this Holy month, make everyday count.

The average Nigerian person has come to reconcile himself with the fact that his or her social progress remain essentially in his or her hands in collaboration with other fellow Nigerians and not merely relying on what government alone could provide for him or her.

At the same, we need to remain sensitive to the reality that we are still an African society in which the majority of the people and communities live under severe deprivations and afflictions that are no fault of theirs.

The silver and black may have another home, but the Raiders will always belong to the people of Los Angeles.

Even though I have a nice house, nice family, the rest of my generation is still in South Central L.A. My cousins, my brothers, my sisters, they don't wanna move out. They don't want to and they don't have the means to sustain it. That's where my heart is and that's what I think about all the time.

South Central is just who I am. Even though I have a nice house, nice family, the rest of my generation is still in South Central L.A. My cousins, my brothers, my sisters, they don't wanna move out.

song; what pissed them off is that white people liked it. When we played it there were thousands of white kids at our shows, wilding out in pits, shouting the words with fists in the air.

At first, I got bused to a junior high in Culver City—a mostly white school—but for tenth grade, I decided I wanted to walk to Crenshaw High. Man, talk about culture shock. Crenshaw was where I first got introduced to the