I clenched my teeth and fists to stop them biting and scratching these clever men who want no care for the helpless sick small, who use religions and politics to stay comfortably superior to all that pain: who make religions and politics, excuses to spread misery with fire and sword and how could I stop all this? I did not know what to do.
Alasdair Gray
Besides, a life without freedom to choose is not worth having.
choice feminism freedom
Metaforen är ett av tankens väsentligaste verktyg. Den belyser vad som annars skulle ligga helt i mörker. Men denna belysning blir ibland så klar att den bländar istället för avslöjar.
inspiration
A good poem is a tautology. It expands one word by adding a number which clarify it, thus making a new word which has never before been spoken. The seedword is always so ordinary that hardly anyone perceives it. Classical odes grow from or, romantic lyrics from and. Immature verses expand a personal pronoun ad nauseam, the greatest works bring glory to a common verb. Good poems, therefore, are always close to banality, over which, however, they tower like precipices.
poetry writing
progress politics change religion feminism frustration patriarchy
You suffer from the oldest delusion in politics. You think you can change the world by talking to a leader. Leaders are the effects, not the causes of changes.
politics
Baxter knows a lot more than I do, I told her. Yes, said Baxter, but I will never tell people all of it.
life wisdom science secrets knowledge
You, dear reader, have now two accounts to choose between and there can be no doubt which is most probable.
truth probability
One day you will tell me how to change what I cannot yet describe without my words swelling HUGE, vowels vanishing, tears washing ink away.
writing change good goodness words
Movement turns dead dogs into maggots and daisies, and flour butter sugar an egg and a tablespoon of milk into Abernethy biscuits, and spermatozoa and ovaries into fishy little plants growing babyward if we take no care to stop them.
birth growth life death creation movement babies decay
I tried to scream like you once screamed God since I wanted to make the whole world faint but Harry Astley clapped his hand over my mouth O the sheer joy of feeling my teeth sink in.
feminism frustration patriarchy
She is the swelling sail, trim rigging and bust sunlit deck of our matrimonial yacht. I am the low hull, with the invisible ballast and keel.
marriage
People who care nothing for their country's stories and songs,' he said, 'are like people without a past- without a memory- they are half people
memory stories songs
Work as if you live in the early days of a better nation.
progress work possibility
Work as if you were in the early days of a better nation.
nations work
This slip has been inserted by mistake.
mistakes
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