cost-of-living

You can't be a good writer in the States anymore because to be a good one you have to have a country where you can be poor and still eat, and still make your living standard secondary to your writing. Thoreau himself couldn't do that in the States today.

These poor people have learned to endure day to day economic agony. It__ routine in daily life for them. They are so accustomed to facing economic pain that poverty doesn__ hurt them anymore. Extreme negativity in their life drove learning endurance and their accomplishment to endure extreme conditions is __ositivity_ they mastered

When the rich and the powerful rise they leave the powerless and the poor without possibility.

In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

We have a calling: a need to be close to Nature, where she may cleanse our souls and wash away the stresses of yesterday. It is emotional recompense for the cost of living.

The cost of living is increasing arithmetically but the cost of "Dying" is increasing exponentially.......

The life of man is so short that ordinary people simply cannot afford to be born

The flowers must have been the latest generation of perennials, whose ancestors were first planted by a woman who lived in the ruins when the ruins were a raw, unpainted house inhabited by herself and a smoky, serious husband and perhaps a pair or silent, serious daughters, and the flowers were an act of resistance against the raw, bare lot with its raw house sticking up from the raw earth like an act of sheer, inevitable, necessary madness because human beings have to live somewhere and in something and here is just as outrageous as there because in either place (in any place) it seems like an interruption, an intrusion on something that, no matter how many times she read in her Bible, Let them have dominion, seemed marred, dispelled, vanquished once people arrived with their catastrophic voices and saws and plows and began to sing and hammer and carve and erect. So the flowers were maybe a balm or, if not a balm, some sort of gesture signifying the balm she would apply were it in her power to offer redress.