“Finally, we entered Chetaube County, my imaginary birthplace, where the names of the little winding roads and minuscule mountain communities never failed… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Recognize that your attention is the most valuable thing you can ever own, and you alone have the ultimate power to choose where to… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The fight for freedom, relatively and ultimately speaking, begins and ends with our attention: where we place it and how we use it.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The Matrix can feel like a pretty hopeless place. I get that. Nobody in his or her right mind (a tiny minority, admittedly) wants… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The scene sucker-punched Max. He never saw it coming. It encapsulated in one poignant instant the tragic beauty of his family history.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“So it was a crossroads summer, when the universe seemed to stand perilously still like an egg wobbling on a precipice, a regular rite… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The possibility of waking up from (or even in) the dream offers a glimmer of hope, a sense that there’s more to existence than… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“The creational scale—in tandem with sacred vowels—was used to fashion the universe and all life herein. The world, you might say, was literally spoken—or… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Bill of Rights: (n.) official tally of how much our rights cost to keep.” — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
“Objectivity is a subjective fantasy implanted in us by an external will seeking to curtail our creativity by limiting our minds to our own… — Sol Luckman Copy Share Image
