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.

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

You're making us very tired, with all your thinking of stupid imaginary impossible things.

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.

I can never consent to being dictated to.

Though the Negroes are fed, clothed, and housed, and though the Irish peasant is starved, naked, and roofless, the bare name of freemen-the lordship over his o…

I am at liberty to vote as my conscience and judgement dictates to be right, without the yoke of any party on me... Look at my arms, you will find no party han…