“As we walk across the oval afterwards - the Goth, the beauty queen and the fat country girl - I can feel the whole school turning our way and raising a collective eyebrow. If we were a band we would be called The Outcasts.”

“Here’s the thing. I’ve been kicked out of home. After the last thing I didI ran out of chances. Tipped all my parents’ patience out on the floorlike the last bit of milk in the container. They just lost it. Fair enough,I suppose. I did do something pretty bad. So bad I can’t even say it outloud. Neither can Mum. We both just: Don’t. Talk. About. It.”

“A resistance stirs within us. Do we *want* our theology paraded thus? As natural men, no. We do not want it any more than we want the discipling of the Christian moral law, repentance, the painful call of self-surrender. but if it is the intellectual expression of that faith by which we live, how can our minds work Christianly without it? Wherever men think and talk, the banner will have to be raised.”

“Throughout this whole struggle, we Black students at the school had been ardent supporters of the position of Stalin and the Central Committee. Most certainly we were Stalinists – whose policies we saw as the continuation of Lenin’s. Those today who use the term “Stalinist” as an epithet evade the real question: that is, were Stalin and the Central Committee correct? I believe history has proven that they were correct.”

“[we are] going to continue to fight communism. Now I am going to tell you how we are not going to fight communism. We are not going to transform our fine FBI into a Gestapo secret police. That is what some people would like to do. We are not going to try to control what our people read and say and think. We are not going to turn the United States into a right-wing totalitarian country in order to deal with a left-wing totalitarian threat.”

“Take away the newspaper—and this country of ours would become a scene of chaos. Without daily assurance of the exact facts—so far as we are able to know and publish them—the public imagination would run riot. Ten days without the daily newspaper and the strong pressure of worry and fear would throw the people of this country into mob hysteria—feeding upon rumors, alarms, terrified by bugbears and illusions. We have become the watchmen of the night and of a troubled day. . . .”

“It only takes a Minute to call a girl fat and a lifetime starving herselfThink before you act”