Paeds Quotes

Hikayatin mo lahat ng kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas kawawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa.

Nakalimutan na ng tao ang kabanalan n'ya, na mas marami pa s'yang alam kesa sa nakasulat sa Transcript of Records n'ya, mas marami pa s'yang kayang gawin kesa sa nakalista sa resume n'ya, at mas mataas ang halaga n'ya kesa sa presyong nakasulat sa payslip n'ya tuwing sweldo.

Imbis na magtanong ka ng ‘Hindi pa ba sapat?’, bakit hindi mo na lang kalimutan ang lahat? Kung alam mong binabalewala ka na, tanggapin mong nagsasawa na s’ya.

Trebalo bi ubijati prošlost sa svakim danom što se ugasi. Izbrisati je da ne postoji, da ne boli. Lakše bi se podnosio dan što traje, ne bi se merio onim što više ne postoji. Ovako se mešaju utvare i život, pa nema ni čistog sećanja, ni čistog života.

Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey cafe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of Hershey, PA, and the lifestyle marketing of Seattle's Starbucks, the modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top.

Don't give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, d'you unnerstand, never. No matter what happens. I stare at him. I won't, I says. I ain't no quitter, Pa. That's my girl.

Nalaman kong maswerte ako dahil pinaglaro at pinag-aral ako ng magulang ko nung bata pa 'ko. Hindi pala lahat ng bata e dumaraan sa kamusmusan.

She thought to herself, "This is now." She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

Jer, i najveće pustinje imaju svoje proleće, pa ma kako kratko i neprimetno bilo.

- Ne treba se bojati ljudi. - Pa ja se i ne bojim ljudi, nego onog što je neljudsko u njma.

Mga bata pa kayo. Pag pinaniwalaan namin kayong hindi kayo naglaro ng tubig kahit na basang-basa ang mga damit ninyo, kayo ang niloloko namin. Hindi kayo ang nakakapanloko.

Poslao sam joj kišu. Nemojte se ljutiti vi koji ste joj blizu pa ste pokisli. Ona stvarno voli kišu. A ja volim kad je sretna..

We do not have to be mental health professionals to identify the traits of the possible sociopaths among us.

Kaso kailangan nya ko.." "Eh para san pa--" "At kailangan kita. Kailangan kita Athena.

Kung mahal mo talaga yung tao, hindi ka na maghahanap pa ng iba. -Kenji Delos Reyes

Never go into the deep parts of the forest, for there are many dangers there, both dark and bright, and they will ensnare your soul.

Tama na sa akin 'yung maligaya ako paminsan-minsan. Para kapag malungkot ako, masasabi ko sa sarili ko: Minsan naman, maligaya rin ako.

When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, "What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?" "They are the days of a long time ago, Laura," Pa said. "Go to sleep, now." But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa's fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods,… She was glad that the cozy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.

How could a just God permit great misery? The Haitian peasants answered with a proverb: "Bondye konn bay, men li pa konn separe," in literal translation, "God gives but doesn't share." This meant... God gives us humans everything we need to flourish, but he's not the one who's supposed to divvy up the loot. That charge was laid upon us.

Bakit kaya ganun? Liligawan nila tayo. Papakitaan ng magandang ugali. Yung gagawin pa tayong prinsesa ng buhay nila. Yung ipaparamdam nila sa atin na hindi nila kayang mabuhay kung wala tayo. Tapos kapag na-fall na tayo at handa na natin silang mahalin, bigla na lang mababago ang lahat. We're not princesses anymore.

Kad si jako mali, jedna si osoba. Kasnije se praviš da si barem dvije, pa onda tri i tako to ide dok ne odrasteš. Bio sam mnogo djece, a u meni je bilo samo malo djetinjstva.

Quien con­tro­la el pa­sa­do —decía la con­sig­na del Par­ti­do— con­tro­la el fu­tu­ro. Quien con­tro­la el pre­sen­te con­tro­la el pa­sa­do

Pies pa' que los quiero, si tengo alas pa' volar

She heard pa shouting,"Jiminy crickets!It's raining fish-hooks and hammer handles!

Ne znam s kim se vi družite, ali ja već više meseci, kako sednem za neki sto, čujem kukanje. Žale se ljudi na dinar, na cene, na penzije, na situaciju ovde ili tamo, na mlade, na stare... I kukaju... Sve mi je dosadnije, zato, da se viđam i da se srećem. Pa mi je lepše da se zatvorim u svoju sobu...da prelistam neku poštenu knjigu i da još malo verujem, đavo ga odneo, da na svetu ima i lepih stvari... A ima ih. Verujte

S Tugom jednostavno treba umeti... Tuga je kao starica koja prodaje karanfile po kafanama, samo se uporno moraš praviti da je ne primećuješ pa će se kad tad okrenuti i otići, iako ti se u prvi mah čini da će zauvek cvileti kraj stola... I, pazi... Pokloniš li joj samo mrvicu pažnje neće se smiriti dok ti ne uvali čitavu korpu... I onda si gotov... Jer Tuga nikada ne zaboravlja lica galantnih mušterija... I nikada te više neće zaobići.

Najgore je kad ljudi ćute, kad se ne objasne, pa svaka sumnja ima pravo na život. I moja i tvoja.

Pukang ama talaga, sa karami-ramihan ng pwedeng siksikan nya, bakit sa isip pa.

Mas sumaya nga lang nang dumating sya. Pero bakit nung umalis sya, hindi na ako naging kasinsaya gaya ng dati bago pa sya dumating?

Sabi ng nanay ko, 'yan daw totoo... di raw dapat ikahiya!" "E kung magnanakaw ka, di mo ikakahiya?" "Sabi ng nanay ko, kung ikakahiya mo... h'wag mong gagawin!

He is sorry- For everything- For Prentisstown- For Viola- For Ben- For every failure and every wrong- For letting his pa down- And he's looking up at me- And he's begging me- He's begging me- Like I'm the only one who can forgive him- Like it's only me who's got the power- Todd?- Please- And all I can say is "Davy-" And the fright and the terror in his Noise is too much- It's too much- And then it stops. Davy slumps, eyes still open, eyes still staring back at me, eyes still asking (I swear) for me to forgive him. And he lies there, still. Davy Prentiss is dead.

I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo kasing lalim ng pinakamalalim na dagat sa buong mundo. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo kasing laki ng pinag sama samang planeta. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo mas matagal pa sa forever. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo hinde na mapapalitan ng kahit sino. I love you. Kahit ilang beses pa kitang kelangan pakasalan gagawin ko. Kahit na sa lahat ng simbahan sa buong mundo, gagawin ko. I love you. Kahit na ipagtabuyan mo ko, kahit na mag sawa ka sakin, kahit na iwanan mo ko, ikaw at ikaw parin ang mamahalin ko. Hahanapin kita kahit san ka magpunta. At pag nahanap kita, hinde na kita ulit papakawalan pa. I love you. Kahit gaano kasakit, kahit gaano kahirap hinde kita iiwan. I love you. Yung pagmamahal ko sayo, hinde na mawawala. I love you, Athena. I love you, I love you, I love you.. UhnJaeNa, YongWonHee.

Lumala ang late, dumami ang absences. ‘Yan ang katangian ng 2 sem ko. Pero noong panahon na ‘yon hindi ko pa rin alam kung ano na nangyayari sa pag-aaral ko. May isang bagsak na subject, pero ayos lang. Kumbaga sa action film e, nadaplisan lang ako ng bala sa braso. Walang problema.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can." [Keynote Address, University of the Arts, 134th Commencement (Philadelphia, PA, May 17, 2012)]

Kaya nga sa fairy tale, lagi na lang sinasabing 'and they live happily ever after' kasi hindi maikwento ano talaga ang naging ending. Nung magpakasal ang prinsesang maganda sa isinumpang prinsipe na naging palaka na bumalik uli sa pagiging gwapo ng prinsipe(matapos mahalikan), hindi pa naman ending yun. Kalagitnaan pa lang ng buhay nila yun. Ilan ang anak nila? Nanganak kaya ang prinsesa ng butete? Ano ang nangyari sa kanila nung tumanda sila? Sino ang unang namatay? kahit nga ang buhay sa mundo, matapos di umano ang katapusan ng mundo, magsisimula uli ang tao sa bagong paraiso. Wala pa ring closure.

Isa pa, pwede nga ring yung TV talaga ang may sumpa. Dahil ang TV, para ring drugs, pero ligal. Isipin mo, bakit isa ito sa mga unang-unang pinupundar ng mga Pilipino kahit gaano sila kahirap? Kasi malaking tulong ang telebisyon para lumimot. Para tumakas sa realidad.

The toxic behaviors were there before you decided to enter into relationships with them. The signs were there. You may have chosen to look the other way, but the signs were there.—

I grew up on a Christmas tree farm in Reading, PA. It was the most magical fun childhood. We had grape arbours and we would make jam with my mom. My dad would go to work and he'd come home. He'd clean out stalls and fix split-row fences.

Četrdeset mi je godina, ružno doba: čovjek je još mlad da bi imao želja a već star da ih ostvaruje. Tada se u svakome gase nemiri, da bi postao jak navikom i stečenom sigurnošću u nemoći što dolazi. A ja tek činim što je trebalo učiniti davno, u bujnom cvjetanju tijela, kad su svi bezbrojni putevi dobri, a sve zablude korisne koliko i istine. Šteta što nemam deset godina više pa bi me starost čuvala od pobuna, ili deset godina manje pa bi mi bilo svejedno. Jer trideset godina je mladost, to sad mislim, kad sam se nepovratno udaljio od nje, mladost koja se ničega ne boji, pa ni sebe.

You know me.. you believe me, right?" "Hindi kita ganun kakilala para paniwalaan kaagad." "Ganon na ba talaga tingin mo saken? Ang hirap kasi sayo ako na nga tong nasa tabi mo sa iba ka pa rin nakatingin. Hindi mo ba napapansin ha? You still don't know it, do you? Can't you feel it? Can't you fucking feel it?" "Anong hindi ko napapansin? Ano bang hindi ko alam? Anong hindi ko maramdaman?" "I like you, you idiot!" "Ako ba hinde?!

The way I see it," Miles went on, "it's no good hiding yourself away, like Pa and lots of other people. And it's no good just thinking of your own pleasure, either. People got to do something useful if they're going to take up space in the world.

Ova žena je ćudljiva, vječiti april, vesela je pa tmurna, pričljiva pa malorjeka, svakog jutra ustaje i na lijevu i na desnu nogu pa je ne određuje dan već trenutak, slučajno je ovdje, kivna kad se sjeti da je mogla biti na drugom mjestu, razdragana kad pomisli da će biti. Obična je samo kad zaboravi.

Hikayatin mo lahat ng mga kakilala mo na magkaroon ng kahit isa man lang paboritong libro sa buong buhay nila. Dahil wala nang mas nakakaawa pa sa mga taong literado pero hindi nagbabasa...bilang tao, may karne sa loob ng bungo mo na nangangailangan ng sustansya.

E, kung lahat kami, special... Sino pa ang hindi special? Kaya nga special , hindi pangkaraniwan. Kakaiba. Kung pareparehas kaming special, sino pa ang special? Para maging special, dapat may egg, may dalawang scoop ng ice cream, may ube't leche plan.

But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, "I forgive you, Pa!" And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.

Di ko alam kung paano ie-explain, pero, para sa akin, ang bag ng babae ay simbolo ng kanyang daigdig. The mere fact na nag-decide ang babae na yun ang laman at bigat ng bag niya, 'yun ang personal nyang mundo. Kaya niya dinala yun kasi yun ang kaya nyang dalhin. Anytime, anywhere. Nadadala niya yun from point A to point B. Pero kapag nakakita na ng lalake, dapat lalake na ang magpatuloy ng pagdadala from point B to point C? Kapag umalis ba ang babae mula sa kanyang bahay, aware siya na may lalakeng magbibitbit ng bag niya? I don't think so. Even without the guy, dadalhin pa rin naman ng babae yun kahit saan siya magpunta. Kaya ako, hinahayaan ko lang bitbitin ng babae ang kanyang bag. Gusto kong sabihin sa kanya na with or without me, or each other, tuloy lang ang pagbibitbit ng mundo, ng kani-kaniyang daigdig.

If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light," Ma considered. "We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of." "That's so," said Pa. "These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.

Despereaux looked at his father, at his grey-streaked fur and trembling whiskers and his front paws clasped together in front of his heart, and he felt suddenly as if his own heart would break in two. His father looked so small, so sad. "Forgive me," said Lester again. Forgiveness, reader, is, I think, something very much like hope and love, a powerful, wonderful thing. And a ridiculous thing, too. Isn't it ridiculous, after all, to think that a son could forgive his father for beating the drum that sent him to his death? Isn't it ridiculous to think that a mouse ever could forgive anyone for such perfidy? But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, "I forgive you, Pa." And he said those words because he sensed it was the only way to save his own heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.

Minsan ang katangahan ay parang sipon. Hindi namamalayan pero kusang dumadapo. Walang gamot. Naiiwasan sa pamamagitan ng tamang life style o pagaalaga sa sarili. Pero hindi 100% na sipon-free kahit ang pinakamalusog na tao. Kapag dinapuan, may mga paraan para mapabilis ang pagtigil. Hindi nakakahiya ang magkasipon. Natural lang yan. Pero wag naman ipagmalaki kung meron na. Wag hayaang tumulo-tulo, lumobo-lobo at ipakitang apektado ang pagsasalita, panlasa, pandinig, at paningin.Wag ipangalandakan ang katangahan, tulad ng sipon, nakakahawa at baka maraming maapektuhan. Eto ako, di lang nagpakita, inirampa pa ang katangahan.

Čemu bi uopšte život trebalo da vodi? Kad već hoćeš da čuješ šta mislim o tome, reći ću ti: samo bez aplauza, molim! Neću da utucam ovaj svoj životić u nekom nreperstanom čekanju. Šta radiš celog bogovetnog dana, samo nešto čekaš? Platu, večeru, proleće, letovanje, zimu, da provri ručak, da se ugreje peć, maturu, pa fakultet, pa muža, pa decu, pa unuke, pa kišu, pa sunce, pa da prestane vetar, pa da otplatiš kredit, pa da ti se očiste dosadni gosti iz kuće, pa da poče predstava, da počne neka televizijska masaža – i šta si radio? Ništa! Neprestano si nekog đavola čekao i on je stvarno stigao jednog dana, taj đavo, mislim, ali sorry, bilo je već kasno. Hoću da mi se sve dešava odmah. Evo sada! Hoću da ćutim i slušam muziku koja mi se dopada i da nipta ne čekam, već samo da postojim, tako nekako – da osećam ruke, noge, zube, nepce, kosu; jednom rečju oću da baš sad živim, ako si razumeo šta oću da kažem?

Mi smo ničiji. Uvijek smo na nekoj međi, uvijek nečiji miraz. Vjekovima mi se tražimo i prepoznajemo, uskoro nećemo znati ko smo. Živimo na razmeđu svjetova, na granici naroda, uvijek krivi nekome. Na nama se lome talasi istorije kao na grebenu. Otrgnuti smo, a neprihvaćeni. Ko rukavac što ga je bujica odvojila od majke pa nema više ni toka, ni ušća, suviše malen da bude jezero, suviše velik da ga zemlja upije. Drugi nam čine čast da idemo pod njihovom zastavom jer svoju nemamo. Mame nas kad smo potrebni, a odbacuju kad odslužimo. Nesreća je što smo zavoljeli ovu svoju mrtvaju i nećemo iz nje, a sve se plaća pa i ova ljubav. Svako misli da će nadmudriti sve ostale i u tome je naša nesreća. Kakvi su ljudi Bosanci? To su najzamršeniji ljudi na svijetu, ni s kim se istorija nije tako pošalila kao sa Bosnom. Juče smo bili ono što danas želimo da zaboravimo, a nismo postali ni nešto drugo. S nejasnim osjećajem stida zbog krivice i otpadništva, nećemo da gledamo unazad, a nemamo kad da gledamo unaprijed. Zar smo mi slučajno tako pretjerano meki i surovi, raznježeni i tvrdi. Zar se slučajno zaklanjamo za ljubav kao jedinu izvjesnost u ovoj neodređenosti, zašto? Zato što nam nije svejedno. A kad nam nije svejedno znači da smo pošteni. A kad smo pošteni, svaka čast našoj ludosti !

OPOMENA Čuj, reći ću ti svoju tajnu: ne ostavljaj me nikad samu kad neko svira. Mogu mi se učiniti duboke i meke oči neke sasvim obične. Može mi se učiniti da tonem u zvuke, pa ću ruke svakom pružiti. Može mi se učiniti lepo i slatko voleti kratko za jedan dan. Ili mogu kom reći u tome času čudesno sjajnu, predragu mi tajnu koliko te volim. O, ne ostavljaj me nikad samu kad neko svira. Učiniće mi se: negde u šumi ponovo sve moje suze teku kroz samonikle neke česme. Učiniće mi se: crn leptir jedan po teškoj vodi krilom šara što nekad neko reći mi ne sme. Učiniće mi se: negde kroz tamu neko peva i gorkim cvetom krvavog srca u ranu dira. O, ne ostavljaj me nikad samu, nikad samu, kad neko svira.

I’ll wait for you.. I can do that, right? hihintayin kita hanggang sa magsawa ako kakaintay sayo.. hanggang sa mapagod ako.. hanggang sa mawalan na ako ng lakas kakaintay sayo..” “Wag na Athena.. please. Wag mo na akong intayin..” “Pero gusto ko.. Hayaan mo na lang akong mag hintay kahit na alam kong wala na akong iniintay pa. Tama na, please.. Wag mo na akong intayin.. yun na lang hinihiling ko..” he sighed while I cried. “Wag ka namang umiyak oh.. please.. “Bakit hinde ako iiyak? Eh mawawala ka na sakin..” “Hinde naman ako mawawala eh.. “Magkatabi naman tayo sa classroom diba? Magkakasama rin naman tayo.. Magkaibigan pa rin tayo..” naiyak ako lalo sa huling sinabi niya.. “I love you.. I’m sorry Athena.. Bye..

DEAR DI­ARY You are greater than the Bible And the Con­fer­ence of the Birds And the Up­an­ishads All put to­geth­er You are more se­vere Than the Scrip­tures And Ham­mura­bi’s Code More dan­ger­ous than Luther’s pa­per Nailed to the Cathe­dral door You are sweet­er Than the Song of Songs Might­ier by far Than the Epic of Gil­gamesh And braver Than the Sagas of Ice­land I bow my head in grat­itude To the ones who give their lives To keep the se­cret The dai­ly se­cret Un­der lock and key Dear Di­ary I mean no dis­re­spect But you are more sub­lime Than any Sa­cred Text Some­times just a list Of my events Is holi­er than the Bill of Rights And more in­tense

Ona je moja suprotnost. Ja nisam jednostavan, delujem uznemirujuće, sve je u meni nesigurno, nemam oslonca, tražim nemoguće i onda sam vrlo neugodan, pa mučim sebe i druge. Neću da joj kažem, žao mi je, boli me, želio sam da me prizna kao jedinu svoju mogućnost. Ne iz sujete, već iz potrebe, koja za mene znači sve, da budem bezuslovno prihvaćen na ovom prelasku u život koji se još ne pokazuje, u kojem ću biti potvrdjen ili odbačen. Kažem: odbačen, a ne verujem u to. Zato sam želio da stane uza me, hvatao sam se za nju, gurao je da pobijedi oklijevanje, činila mi se dovoljno sigurna da me podrži. Ali, bilo je važno da to učini sama, od svoje volje.

Then Pa looked straight at Laura and said, 'You girls keep away from the camp. When you go walking. don't go near where the men are working, and you be sure you're back here before they come in for the night. There's all kinds of rough men working on the grade and using rough language, and the less you see and hear of them the better. Now remember, Laura. And you too, Carrie.' Pa's face was very serious. 'Yes, Pa' Laura promised, and Carrie almost whispered , 'Yes, Pa.' Carrie's eyes were large and frightened. She did not want to hear rough language, whatever rough language might be. Laura would have liked to hear some, just once, but of course she must obey Pa.

Sad sam shvatio: to je prijateljstvo, ljubav prema drugome. Sve drugo može da prevari to ne može. Sve drugo može da izmakne i ostavi nas puste, to ne može, jer zavisi od nas. Ne mogu da mu kažem: budi mi prijatelj. Ali mogu da kažem, biću ti prijatelj. Ali, bilo ovako ili onako, u njegovo prijateljstvo nisam mogao sumnjati. Zavolio sam ga, znam po tome što mi je postao potreban, što nisam zamjerio ničemu ma šta da je rekao ili učinio, i što mi je sve njegovo postalo važno. Ljubav je valjda jedina stvar na svijetu koju ne treba objašnjavati ni tražiti joj razloge. Pa ipak to činim, makar samo zato da još jednom pomenem čovjeka koji je unio toliko radosti u moj život. Pitao sam ga jednom, kako to da je baš meni poklonio svoje prijateljstvo. Prijateljstvo se ne bira, ono biva ko zna zbog čega kao ljubav. A ništa ja nisam poklonio tebi već sebi.

I can read it. I can read her. Cuz she’s thinking about how her own parents also came here with hope like my ma. She’s wondering if the hope at the end of our hope is just as false as the one that was at the end of my ma’s. And she;s taking the words of my ma and putting them into the mouths of her own ma and pa and hearing them say that they love her and they miss her and they wish her the world. And she’s taking the song of my pa and she’s weaving it into everything else till it becomes a sad thing all her own. And it hurts her, but it’s an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it’s good, but it hurts. She hurts. I know all this. I know it’s true. Cuz I can read her. I can read her Noise even tho she ain’t got none. I know who she is. I know Viola Eade.

Doormatitis: door-mat-i-tis noun; low self-worth. A learned behavior where the infected person allows others to walk all over them, blame them, treat them terribly, always giving the boundary crossers the benefit of the doubt. They make excuses for them, They will give in to guilt and intimidation and give the boundary crossers what they want again and again.

The Western States nervous under the beginning change. Texas and Oklahoma, Kansas and Arkansas, New Mexico, Arizona, California. A single family moved from the land. Pa borrowed money from the bank, and now the bank wants the land. The land company--that's the bank when it has land --wants tractors, not families on the land. Is a tractor bad? Is the power that turns the long furrows wrong? If this tractor were ours it would be good--not mine, but ours. If our tractor turned the long furrows of our land, it would be good. Not my land, but ours. We could love that tractor then as we have loved this land when it was ours. But the tractor does two things--it turns the land and turns us off the land. There is little difference between this tractor and a tank. The people are driven, intimidated, hurt by both. We must think about this. One man, one family driven from the land; this rusty car creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a single tractor took my land. I am alone and bewildered. And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlarge of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here "I lost my land" is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate--"We lost our land." The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. And from this first "we" there grows a still more dangerous thing: "I have a little food" plus "I have none." If from this problem the sum is "We have a little food," the thing is on its way, the movement has direction. Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire, the side- meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women; behind, the children listening with their souls to words their minds do not understand. The night draws down. The baby has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It's wool. It was my mother's blanket--take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning--from "I" to "we." If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we." The Western States are nervous under the begining change. Need is the stimulus to concept, concept to action. A half-million people moving over the country; a million more restive, ready to move; ten million more feeling the first nervousness. And tractors turning the multiple furrows in the vacant land.