[S]o you plant your own garden and nourish your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers…. – Veronica Shoffstall, “After a While,” as posted in Dear Abby
In America today you can murder land for private profit. You can leave the corpse for all to see, and nobody calls the cops. – Paul Brooks, The Pursuit of Wilderness, 1971
My dad was a football player – a soccer player – for Manchester United, and I loved playing football, but I also happened to be the guy in class who was pretty good at sight reading. My teacher gave me scripts, and I was very comfortable. – Ian McShane