We realized that you were truly alive and beautiful in your perverse and tragic lonely way.

That means you, more than any of the others, stand to lose something truly beautiful and fine if we don't succeed in our endeavors.

Part of you but also not-you. Other. Outside but inside. Bound to you but free. It couldn't control you and you couldn't control it.

I saw that he came in and listened and watched and understood who we were, each individual one of us. He tried to discover our need and then supply it. He took…

We're all a little broken. We're all a little twisted. We're all less than we could be or want to be.

'Humanity is old, civilization is new: the mesh of cogs is by no means smooth and this is as it should be. Never should a man enter a building of glass or meta…

Without comprehension, the immigrant would forever remain shut-a stranger in America. Until America can release the heart as well as train the hand of the immi…