Quotes About Community

My work ethic came from my parents and my fear of failure. I came from a small, predominantly black school and I didn't want to let them down.

Politics is how you live your life, not whom you vote for.

Life will be less attractive than when Aden was here, but still I must step onward. With the program over, she got the horse ready with Monroe's help. No one gave her strange looks when she drove away. Already other buggies were hitched up to leave. Her heart hurt as she drove down the gravel road and past the creek and Aden's old

Artists working for other artists is all about knowing, learning, unlearning, initiating long-term artistic dialogues, making connections, creating covens, and getting temporary shelter from the storm.

If the Frieze Art Fair catches on, I imagine at least two great things happening. First, we will once again have a huge art fair in town that isn't too annoying to go to. More importantly, Frieze may finally show New Yorkers that we can cross our own waters for visual culture. That would change everything.

When art wins, everyone wins.

Outside museums, in noisy public squares, people look at people. Inside museums, we leave that realm and enter what might be called the group-mind, getting quiet to look at art.

The art world is an all-volunteer force. No one has to be here if he or she doesn't want to be, and we should be associating with anyone we want to.

Oh, volunteer work! That's what I like about the holiday season. That's the true spirit of Christmas. People being helped by people other than me.

That's the true spirit of Christmas people being helped by people other than me.

Home is everything you can walk to.

Mom lived in 709. Five doors down from 714, the number they stamped on Quaaludes.

Pronovost himself accounts for its success by the fact that the project worked through clinical communities, working toward common professional goals and treating central line–induced infections as a solvable social problem.

Distinguí a un lado de la aldea a un grupo de artesanos, que con destreza y sentido innato de la estética y la armonía de las formas, elaboraban hermosas vasijas de barro.

Small-town kids are pebbles in a river, pushed around by the flow, forming pockets and piles, reforming when the current picks up and we find ourselves in a whole new cluster.

Men in packs can do terrible things, things they wouldn't have the hate to do alone. It's no excuse, just something you should know.

While their beneficence ensured no one they approved of ever went hungry, sick or homeless in Lilydale, they also used their influence to control the local population, harass those who stepped out of line and create a culture of fear that had neighbors telling on neighbors.

In our neighborhood, the problem wasn't the person who made the mistake; it was the person who acknowledged the truth.

Were I a black man, it occurs to me, working or not, in this city, I would have a dry-cleaning bill.

The main thing was for him to feel that we were all together taking part in a joined project--the project of our life. To be a part of such a thing, he wanted nothing more than that. Indeed, it is what most of us want, is it not? Why should he be any different?

Do the places we inhabit confine us by their very nature? Are we always imprisoned, eternally imprisoned, in body, in place, in community, do even our minds imprison us? What would it be like to be free, even for a second? Is that death? Do we live only in that final moment when we flee our shape?

There is a feeling that we are things in common not alone. That I am myself in terms of you, and you you in terms of others. Together we make a world and go on in this sea of days and months. In this picture no one is their own--everyone is everyone else; our bodies are the possession of our society. We might own things but never ourselves. Yet I think there is a different duty.

The main thing was for him to feel that we were all together taking part in a joined project—the project of our life. To be a part of such a thing, he wanted nothing more than that. Indeed, it is what most of us want, isn't it? Why should he be any different?

A statue in the center of a town: sometimes is a god, and other times, it is something upon which to hang laundry.