“Christmas children peek through Christmas windows.”
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“Christmas children peek through Christmas windows.”
“You see, back where I come from, we got a whole lot of people who believe all sorts of things that aren’t true. You know what we call it? History.”




“Any adequate response to the mystery of existence must be poetic, for only the poetic can take on the ‘why.’”


“I never thought watching a white man reclaim his power could be so moving.”





“I’m talking about how we—and I mean here the ‘we’ of people who have experienced some kind of trauma, which I think is a very large category indeed—how we manage the serious burden that we carry, how we contain it, what spent fuel pool or dry cask storage we improvise for material that is even now still leaking its lethal isotopes.”


“Homosexuals always die in Hollywood movies. Most of the time, they kill themselves.”