“When I don't write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.” WorldNeedsFeelsShouldWritingLosesFireSeaColorPrisonBreathingShrinking Author:Anais Nin
“I love making people sing. I love group singing, sacred harp singing, choral singing, recordings of people singing sea shanties, work songs, prison songs - how people just sang to get through things.” PeopleSongGroupsSeaSingingSacredPrisonLove MakingHarps Author:Matana Roberts
“Everything in our background has prepared us to know and resist a prison when the gates begin to close around us . . . But what if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles? What is the antidote to a culture's being drained by laughter?” IfsKnowsCultureVoiceHeardSeaCrySeriousArmsLaughterCriticismPrisonPreparedComplainingBackgroundsToneWhat IfGatesDiscourseAnguishAmusementAntidoteGiggleDrained Author:Neil Postman