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

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

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

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

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

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

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