We know that people we love are both good and bad, but we expect strangers to be one or the other.
We are the planet, fully as much as water, earth, fire and air are the planet, and if the planet survives, it will only be through heroism. Not occasional heroism, a remarkable instance of it here and there, but constant heroism, systematic heroism, heroism as governing principle.
One hates a person for the same reason one loves him.
It’s hard to know more about a person’s life than what that person wants you to know.
Luck can’t last a lifetime unless you die young.
Our sins describe us, and our prohibitions describe our sins.
The United States particularly abandoned Liberia after the end of the Cold War.
No, because I am not a ventriloquist.
What I am finding now is that my audience is getting younger as I get older, which is a very good thing as you know – you don’t want them to get older as you get older.
The best thing about writing programs is that it rationalized the apprenticeship of a writer.
Chimpanzees are endangered. Severely.
And out of a desire essentially to imitate what I was reading, I began to write, like a clever monkey.
Although I still occasionally paint and draw, my life has now been shaped by my writing.
And there are people who want to be writers because they love to write. And they care.
First of all it’s usually women who run these higher primate sanctuaries, rarely men. They are white. They come from privileged backgrounds. They are educated.
John Brown first swam into my vision in the 1960s when I was a political activist in the civil rights movement and the anti-war movement at Chapel Hill, where I went to university.
Motivations are too tangled and complex.
Storytelling is an ancient and honorable act. An essential role to play in the community or tribe. It’s one that I embrace wholeheartedly and have been fortunate enough to be rewarded for.
The 60s passed and faded and I grew older, and in 1987 bought a house in upstate New York, and it turned out that John Brown was buried down the road from my house and that he had lived there longer than anywhere else and his house was still standing.
One of the things I have tried to do with this book and with all of them really is avoid that simple, easy, reductionist view of motivation and to show we do things for a complex net of reasons, a real braid of reasons.