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“Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God’s image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.”

Ralph Ellison on Living
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“That is the real soul-sickness, the spear in the side, the drag by the neck through the mob-angry town, the Grand Inquisition, the embrace of the Maiden, the rip in the belly with the guts spilling out, the trip to the chamber with the deadly gas that ends in the oven so hygienically clean – only it’s worse because you continue stupidly to live.”–Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

“Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? 

—Silent Spring (1962)

Amid the endless mediocrity of the commonplace, a crane marsh holds a paleontological patent of nobility, won in the march of aeons, and revocable only by shotgun. —Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac