The reality of a serious writer is a reality of many voices, some of them belonging to the writer, some of them belonging to the world of readers at large.
ABERJHANINow come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.
More Aberjhani Quotes
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An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread
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To what extent will we allow the indefinable dynamics of something called “destiny” to maintain grief and horror in the world?
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The passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 represented precisely such a hope – that America had learned from its past and acted to secure a better tomorrow.
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The Civil Rights Act of 1964 laid the foundation for the Voting Rights Act of 1965, but it also addressed nearly every other aspect of daily life in a would-be free democratic society.
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Many people can rightfully claim, as much as anyone can rightfully claim anything, that much of their lives have been spent stumbling through a cloud of cluelessness.
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What more civilized way for people to alleviate the same than by giving themselves to one another as brothers and sisters in deed as well as in word?
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Although himself frequently a target of guerrilla decontextualization, a major part of the meaning of Michael Jackson’s life was to help balance the accumulation of horrors
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As living examples of the same. Peace ends with the unraveling of individual hope and the emergence of the will to worship violence as a healer of private and social disease.
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This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.
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An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.
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The job facing American voter in the days and years to come is to determine which hearts, minds and souls command those qualities best suited to unify a country rather than further divide it,
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Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.
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True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.
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Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
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If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
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