“A political struggle that does not have women at the heart of it, above it, below it, and within it is no struggle at all.”

The NGO-ization of politics threatens to turn resistance into a well-mannered, reasonable, salaried, 9-to-5 job. With a few perks thrown in. Real resistance has real consequences. And no salary.

What came for them? Not death. Just the end of living.

The idea of justice – even just dreaming of justice – is revolutionary. The language of human rights tends to accept a status quo that is intrinsically unjust – and then tries to make it more accountable.

Is globalization about ‘the eradication of world poverty,’ or is it a mutant variety of colonialism, remote controlled and digitally operated?

If you’re happy in a dream, does that count?

He folded his fear into a perfect rose. He held it out in the palm of his hand. She took it from him and put it in her hair.

Terrorism is the symptom, not the disease.

Anything’s possible in Human Nature …Love. Madness. Hope. Infinite joy.

Either way, change will come. It could be bloody, or it could be beautiful. It depends on us.

The only thing worth globalizing is dissent.

Ever since the Great Depression, we know that one of the key ways in which the US economy has stimulated growth is by manufacturing weapons and exporting war to other countries.

The American people ought to know that it is not them, but their government’s policies, that are so hated.

There’s really no such thing as the ‘voiceless’. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

When people say “the people” or “the public” as though it’s the final repository of all morality, I sometimes flinch.

Every people, every society, needs a culture of resistance, a culture of being difficult and disobedient, that is the only way they will ever be able to stand up to the inevitable abuse of power by whoever runs the state apparatus, the capitalists, the communists, the socialists, the Gandhians, whoever.

That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.

I love my mom with all my heart and am so grateful for all that she does for me.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

We should never allow that the scars on our heart change the way we love – no matter how deep they run.

Someone will come into your life and they will see your kindness as a strength match your love and before you can he will say I’ve been looking for you a home my heart can finally rest

We break ourselves to fit better into all the wrong hearts.

Some break their hearts themselves to be healed of the wrong love.

I whispered my heart your name and it smiled in rapid heartbeats.

If we followed our hearts more often, we would travel much farther.