You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever you are? You're chicken. You've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and... say, "Okay, life's a fact. People do fall in love. People do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Jim," she said earnestly, "if I was put down there in the middle of the night, I could find my way all over that little town; and... along the river to the next town, where my grandmother lived. My feet remember all the little paths through the woods, and where the big roots stick out to trip you. I ain't never forgot my own country."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But now Nixon has come along and everything I've worked for is ruined. There's a story in the paper every day about him slashing a...nother one of my Great Society programs. I can just see him waking up in the morning, making that victory sign of his and deciding which program to kill. It's a terrible thing for me to sit by and watch someone else starve my Great Society to death. She's getting thinner and thinner and uglier and uglier all the time; now her bones are beginning to stick out and her wrinkles are beginning to show. Soon she'll be so ugly that the American people will refuse to look at her; they'll stick her in a closet to hide her away and there she'll die. And when she dies, I, too, will die.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What are the characters that I discern most clearly in the so-called Anglo-Saxon type of man? I may answer at once that two stick ...out above all others. One is his curious and apparently incurable incompetence--his congenital inability to do any difficult thing easily and well, whether it be isolating a bacillus or writing a sonata. The other is his astounding susceptibility to fears and alarms--in short, his hereditary cowardice.... There is no record in history of any Anglo-Saxon nation entering upon any great war without allies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics. Or form a Piss Club where we all go... in the bushes and peek at each other's sex.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...no matter what happened, no one could take our heritage away from us. This heritage meant that we had strong bodies, pride, and... will power. We could never get so poor that we couldn't work our way out. Through droughts, floods, and tornadoes we could stick and work.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All I know is that first, you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'm a human being, goddamn it, my life has value.' So I want ...you to get up now, I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore.'LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and ...root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspect... they differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »