The hardest thing was learning to write. I was 13 and the only writing I had done was for Social Studies. It consisted of copying passages right out of the encyclopedia.
If happiness truly consisted in physical ease and freedom from care then the happiest individual would not be either a man or a woman it would be I think an American cow.
This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.
As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.
For too long our country's version of an energy policy has consisted of Americans waking up every day and wondering how much it will cost to drive to work how much it will cost to keep their business running how much it will cost to heat or cool their homes.
I stood up as best I could to their disgusting stupidity and brutality but I did not of course manage to beat them at their own game. It was a fight to the bitter end one in which I was not defending ideals or beliefs but simply my own self.