Zula Mccomb

“How do people stand for this? How many people have to die before we rise up and say ‘enough is enough?”
― Mark M. Bello, Betrayal In Black

“Mais… chanter,
Rêver, rire, passer, être seul, être libre,
Avoir l’œil qui regarde bien, la voix qui vibre,
Mettre, quand il vous plaît, son feutre de travers,
Pour un oui, pour un non, se battre, – ou faire un vers !
Travailler sans souci de gloire ou de fortune,
À tel voyage, auquel on pense, dans la lune !
N’écrire jamais rien qui de soi ne sortît”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“Before she climbed into the car, I kindly let her know my back seats were very hard and very cold. Dead Eye Red responded, “Son, when I was your age, I would sit on a seat like this and smoke would appear!”
Somewhat surprised and tickled, I said, “Ma'am, no one will ever look under your car to see if it’s washed.” I really should have known better before I opened my big fat mouth. She said, “Son, no one is looking at my butt, but I wash it anyway!”
― Harold Phifer, Surviving Chaos: How I Found Peace at A Beach Bar

“the story of our agricultural revolution as told by some of the earliest victims of that revolution.”
― Daniel Quinn, Ishmael