Maybe the hardest thing to see straight is love. It’s not the view through the window but the frame around it, and the glass is gone.

I remember thinking, like I do now, that I would love to love something, especially if I could do it without feeling like I was watching it die right in front of me.

I felt my pride like a prison.

I looked around at the smoke and people. I couldn’t find any hate in me anywhere. The world is a violent child none of us will get to see grow up. I decided to love it anyway.

Because that’s the way it is when a possibility opens up; the body doesn’t know any better. It reaches for the glittering incongruity.

I was not afraid of horror, I was afraid of beauty, of what it could do to me if I let it.

Oh, you must be part of the underground no one’s ever heard about.”“I don’t belong to any group outside of my friends.”“That’s a real bridge builder.”But it was a pretty hollow response. I wasn’t part of any group either, and not just because my wiring was shot and I cried all the time, but because I had never met anyone in any political organization that I liked.

You could always industrialize,” she refilled Jimmy’s wine glass. “You know, get a job stunning chickens in a factory to earn the trust of the working class.” Jimmy laughed again and accidentally spat Chablis on my legs. “It’s a pretty silly idea, isn’t it?” said Grace, getting a rag. “Leaping out of the closet in a crisis?” She lowered her voice, “Don’t worry, sir. I’m a revolutionary socialist. Everything’s going to be okay.

...if anybody was going to blow up the Superland™ Wal-Mart, it was going to be me. Not some fucking crusty punk.

I like to think of myself as a coworker with lots of experience rather than a boss,” Franklin said.I like to think of myself as a boss more than a slave but mostly I prefer to not think about it at all because when I think about it, I can’t stop.