Quotes

An ongoing collection of quotes that make me think and/or laugh:

Sometimes the light’s all shining on me.
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it’s been.

The Grateful Dead, “Truckin'”

“[W]hen I march in Selma, my feet are praying.”

Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel

Telling

What you risk telling your story:

You will bore them.
Your voice will break, your ink
spill and stain your coat.
No one will understand, their eyes
become fences.
You will park yourself forever
on the outside, your differentness once
and for all revealed, dangerous.
The names you give to yourself
will become epithets.

Your happiness will be called
bravery, denial.
Your sadness will justify their pity.
Your fear will magnify their fears.
Everything you say will prove something about
their god, or their economic system.
Your feelings, that change day
to day, kaleidoscopic,
will freeze in place,
brand you forever,
justify anything they decide to do
with you.

Those with power can afford
to tell their story
or not.

Those without power
risk everything to tell their story
and must.

Someone, somewhere
will hear your story and decide to fight,
to live and refuse compromise.
Someone else will tell
her own story,
risking everything.

Laura Hershey, www.laurahershey.com

The path of the righteous is level; you make level the way of the righteous.

Isaiah 26:7

Did not a body have to wonder how intelligently designed we can be when none of us has so much as a wheel-like option.

Gish Jen, World and Town.

Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna.

Joan Cusack in Working Girl

I wish getting seriously pissed off counted as cardio exercise.

Amy Adams (not the actress, the Mistress of All Evil)

You own the copyright on your life.

Hilton Als, “Color Vision,” The New Yorker, Nov. 8, 2010

“Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindboggingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God.

The argument goes something like this:

`I refuse to prove that I exist,’ says God, `for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.’

`But,’ says Man, `The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn’t it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don’t. QED.’

`Oh dear,’ says God, `I hadn’t thought of that,’ and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.

`Oh, that was easy,’ says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.

Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

We have formed a truth by the consultation and concurrence of our five senses; but perhaps we needed the agreement of eight or ten senses, and their contribution, to perceive it certainly and in its essence.

Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Works of Montaigne:  Essays, Travel Journals, Letters, translated by Donald Frame, quoted in Bakewell, Sarah, How to Live: Or A Life of Montaigne in One Question and Twenty Attempts at an Answer (Kindle Locations 2299-2301). Other Press. Kindle Edition.

Whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name, there is love.

Paul Stookey, The Wedding Song.

The basic idea that underpins any religious or philosophical thoughts I might have:

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Found on Facebook, via I Fucking Love Science, which cites Beware of Images.  This is similar to the Total Perspective Vortex, which is also a key reference point in my religious and philosophical thinking.

When you are put into the Vortex you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny little mark, a microscopic dot on a microscopic dot, which says, “You are here.”

Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. 

Yes, as through this world I’ve wandered
I’ve seen lots of funny men;
Some will rob you with a six-gun,
And some with a fountain pen.

Woody Guthrie, Pretty Boy Floyd

I used to be disgusted
now I try to be amused.

Elvis Costello, (The Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes

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