I Eat My Heart Out Alone.

Art Is No Longer Snobbish Or Cowardly. It Teaches Peasants To Use Tractors, Gives Lyrics To Young Soldiers, Designs Textiles For Factory Women's Dresses, Writes Burlesque For Factory Theatres, Does A Hundred Other Useful Tasks. Art Is As Usueful As Bread.

The Crisis Besetting America Is Not Just An Economic Or Political Crisis; Something Deeper Is Wreaking Havoc Across The Land, A Mercenary And Utilitarian Attitude That Demonstrates Little Empathy For People’s Actual Well-being, That Dismisses Imagination And Thought, Branding Passion For Knowledge As Irrelevant.

Those In The West Who Dismiss The Repressiveness Of Laws Against Women In Countries Like Iran, No Matter How Benign Their Intentions, Present A Condescending View Not Just Of The Religion But Also Of Women Living In Muslim Majority Countries, As If The Desire For Choice And Happiness Is The Monopoly Of Women In The West.

The Revolution Taught Me Not To Be Consoled By Other People's Miseries, Not To Feel Thankful Because So Many Others Had Suffered More. Pain And Loss, Like Love And Joy, Are Unique And Personal; They Cannot Be Modified By Comparison To Others.

Art Is As Useful As Bread.