Mike Hawkins Quotes

Then I remembered how she was - fiery, ruthless, smart, and despite herself very caring, not a person who hurts anyone.

Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.

Though at opposite ends of our country, Maine and Hawaii are, other than climate, much alike. Places where you say who you are, be who you are, keep your word, and don't cheat or lie to take advantage of each other. Where you protect other folks because they are your tribe.

A moment of peace and silence, breathing in and out the frigid air, watching daylight seep into the forest, hearing the first chatter of distant crows, the wind sighing over the snow and through the fir and pine branches and the twittering of chickadees as they flitted in little tribes from tree to tree.

We sat bathed in luscious darkness, Casco Bay's thousand islands spread out before us like a diamond quilt. 'I don't get enough of this,' she said.

The list of those who told me they had been physically assaulted by David Miscavige: Mike Rinder, Gale Irwin, Marty Rathbun, Jefferson Hawkins, Tom De Vocht, Mark Fisher, Bruce Hines, Bill Dendiu, Guy White, Marc Headley, and Stefan Castle. Those who said they had witnessed such abuse: John Axel, Marty Rathbun, Janela Webster, Tom De Vocht, Marc Headley, Eric Knutson, Amy Scobee, Dan Koon, Steve Hall, Claire Headley, Mariette Lindstein, John Peeler, Andre Tabayoyan, Vicki Aznaran, Jesse Prince, Mark Fisher, Bill Dendiu, Mike Rinder, David Lingerfelter, Denise (Larry) Brennan, Debbie Cook, and Lana Mitchell.

These steel monstrosities screamed night and day, blotted out the starlit skies and Northern Lights with flashing red strobes, slaughtered thousands of bats and entire flocks of birds banished tourism and wildlife, made people sick and drove them from their now-valueless homes.

She was at the same table near the back where three nights ago I'd sat entranced by her songs. And where the two of us had talked like old friends.

The first thing to understand about Islam is that it divides the world into the House of Islam and the House of War. And everything not Muslim is in the House of War, and needs to be taken over and Islamic law enforced.

the millions of semi-Muslims in France – they identify with the culture but do not often practice the religion. But the moment they feel this culture is threatened, of course they defend it. Lapsed Catholics are the same. We all are. The trouble is their culture, beyond a certain density, is destructive of ours. And

The stars were mirrored in the sea like thousands of diamonds, as though I floated through deep space.

away from light into darkness. And in the sea’s vast horizon see the curvature of the earth, and sense the sun’s distance and how huge it is compared to our tiny home. Two hundred yards beyond the beach a mother whale

sliding toward the sea. Then Hoolehua Airport,

So it irks me when I see good people worn to the bone working ten, twelve hours a day for nine bucks an hour. They have a lousy place to live and their kids don’t have good clothes and their car if they have one doesn’t run well, and you can see from the beaten, exhausted look in their eyes they think the reason they aren’t doing better is their fault. When in reality everything is stacked against them, and the system wants them to be broke and work hard because that way it squeezes the maximum out of them for the minimum investment. They think they’re failures in life when in reality they’re trapped, serfs in our modern feudal world.

glanced out the ancient window at the afternoon sunlight cascading down the broad new leaves of a chestnut tree in the garden. It shimmered with life and meaning – a vision of something forever beyond us – innocent and true, the miracle of sunlight on the green magic of leaves, in this world of mysterious beauty we do not love or understand

Forty years of socialism has filled the courts with judges who believe that criminal acts are due to social causes, and that punishment only makes it worse.

The second line of cops was of course CRS, the national riot police, and if you thought the regular police were tough and nasty you don’t want to meet these folks. I swear they must have all been from Corsica or Alsace – a mix of brute strength and cagy wisdom that wasn’t going to let any asshole through without a 21-carat ID and a bulletproof reason to be there. One of them laughed when he saw my DGSE card. “What, you want to give out parking tickets?

Back in the late seventies and early eighties,” Thierry said, “when the Socialists realized they were out of step with the French people and would soon be out of office, they opened the gates and brought in all the North Africans they could, as the Arabs in gratitude would vote almost exclusively Socialist. In a national campaign with several candidates, two percent of the votes can be a huge margin, and having millions of Islamic voters can win the presidency though you barely get thirty percent of the total. It’s the only thing that’s kept the Socialists in power

Who was it said, We jail the small thieves and vote the big ones into office?

because God bless the American taxpayer, they love whales and the environment and what they don’t want is more wars and trashing what’s left of this lovely earth we live on.

And as any teacher knows, giving someone the gifts of bliss, awareness, fun and knowledge is about the greatest high you can get.

we’re dropped into this universe that goes on forever and we don’t know where we come from or really what we are, if we’re here just for the transit or if something comes after.

NO TWO OCEAN WAVES are ever the same. I’ve sat for years on my surfboard waiting for the next good one, and never have two been the same. Nothing’s ever the same: no two same faces, voices, universes or grains of sand.

It was so heartbreaking to realize how often things like that do happen, how often ardent love is quenched by death.

She stirred and spoke in her sleep, her voice deep like humming wires, soft like moss and warm like rain, and I knew that yes I loved her but didn’t understand why it brought me such despair.

Good sex gives you a deep connection to the world, makes you love beauty.

Numbed by the hope it would never come. That we could lose ourselves forever in this loving sexual bliss, this endless intense investigation of each other’s feelings, minds and bodies.

Anyone might think, I imagine, that I have an easy life. Get up early to surf, a job that pays enough to keep me surfing and canoe racing and chasing women, a car that often runs, pets I love and a roof that rarely leaks. What more is there in life?

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It’s the lovely glue that holds us together, it’s warm, it’s profound … the secret of life, the gift of progeny and the gift of the soul −

His neighbor Ambrosio was the kind of guy you could depend on when you needed to die.

a sense of peace, hopefulness, loneliness and danger.

seeing the two of them with their calm kindly recognition of each other that masked a connection so deep you could hang your clothes on it,

screamed night and day, blotted out the starlit skies and Northern Lights with flashing red strobes, slaughtered thousands of bats and entire flocks of birds, banished tourism and wildlife, made people sick and drove them from their now-valueless homes. But though there was very little wind and the turbines made almost no electricity, they made billions in taxpayer-paid subsidies for energy companies and investment banks, some of which trickled down to their fully-owned politicians and “environmental” groups. As I’d learned in previous dealings with WindPower LLC, these turbines did absolutely nothing for global warming. Because wind is so erratic, wind projects must have fulltime fossil fuel plants to back them up, and the result is that wind projects often cause more coal-burning, not less. And the saddest thing is that these billions of dollars wasted on industrial wind projects could be spent on rooftop solar, substantially reducing CO2 generation and fossil fuel use. But the utilities hate rooftop solar, despite what they pretend, because it cuts their income, so they are avidly trying to curtail it.

But in the U.S. it’s easy to own politicians. All you have to do is give them lots of money. So the big corporations own most of our politicians. And when these huge companies are looking to make money off our citizens, our government is always there to help them out.

What if, it came to me in a flash, instead of attacking Iraq and since then killing nearly a million people, what if Bush had said to the Iraqis, Look, it’s going to cost America about two trillion dollars to do this war, so why don’t we divide the money instead, and each get a trillion? I’ll give you a trillion for marvelous new schools and fantastic hospitals, solar panels on every roof so everyone has good power, good roads, lots of environmental restoration, all those good things? And I’ll keep our trillion from going further into debt? And no one dies. How could everyone not have agreed?

But our biggest enemies are all the knee-jerk politically correct folks who still don’t understand that wind power doesn’t lower greenhouse gases or fossil fuel use, but it destroys environments, property values, human health, millions of birds and bats and many other things. And that it only exists because of huge taxpayer subsidies, billions and billions that can never be repaid, money that goes straight into the pockets of the oil companies and investment banks behind these schemes … They make billions but never risk a cent.

Silence in the face of evil is itself evil ... To not speak is to speak. To not act is to act. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Once you don’t give a damn how dirty things are, I realized happily, how easy life becomes.

Grail’s lance and sacred chalice in which life is created and nurtured to birth. And which we degrade with pornography, advertising, religion and shame.

Lexie explained how two Maine governors and a bunch of legislators and “environmental” groups that were taking big money from industrial wind companies joined up to pass a bill permitting industrial wind projects to be built all over Maine without valid environmental studies and with no way for local folks to stop them.