6 Quotes by Malvina Reynolds

And they all have pretty children,And the children go to school,And the children go to summer camp,And then to the university,Where they are put in boxesAnd they come out all the same.

Love is something, if you give it away, you end up having more.

Some other eyes will look around, and find the things I’ve never found.

Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same.

God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it To try and keep it back The concrete gets tired Of what it has to do It breaks and it buckles And the grass grows through. God bless the grass.

Celebrate my death for the good times I’ve had, For the work that I’ve done and the friends that I’ve made. Celebrate my death, of whom it could be said, “She was a working class woman, and a red.”