As long as we don’t cut off our hearts, the inner workings of the universe illuminate before us.

Geography and mileage mean nothing. Separate is a single word that covers all distances that aren’t together.

We’ve got to make change our national pastime and hold protests more regularly than weekend parties.

All photos speak a thousand words. This one contained a library.

This isn’t about keeping mountains looking pretty. Ending mountaintop removal is about keeping humanity alive.

A freedom given up is not so easily regained.

There’s a place between passivity and violence. I’ll meet you there.

Stop listening to the TV tell you about America the beautiful . . . get up and be America the beautiful.

The Earth was singing her revolution. She was calling her brave men and women to her defense.

No one’s life made sense on paper. You cannot condense a person into facts.

The woman looked out at the madness of the world and dared to hope. Her eyes were burning coals of stars.

Precarious, life is. A flying leap. A sweep of hand. A star flung across the night. A lucky catch in this whirling juggling circus act.From Steam Drills, Treadmills, and Shooting Stars