Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.
Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.
Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can’t mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.