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“Mama, I know you used to ride the bus. Riding the bus and it’s hot and bumpy and crowded and too noisy and more than anything in the world you want to get off and the only reason in the world you don’t get off is it’s still fifty blocks from where you’re going? Well, I can get off right now if I want to, because even if I ride fifty more years and get off then, it’s the same place when I step down to it. Whenever I feel like it, I can get off. As soon as I’ve had enough, it’s my stop. I’ve had enough.”
― Marsha Norman, 'night, Mother

“You go into extinction by being obsessed about becoming something else and then travelling in the wrong car while your real self keeps waiting at the bus stop for your unfulfilled return!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Shaping the dream

“Write in different places—for example, in a laundromat, and pick up on the rhythm of the washing machines. Write at bus stops, in ³¦²¹´Úés. Write what is going on around you.”
― Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within

“It's only the beginning of January, but some daffodils and snowdrops have made it through the earth and stand wetly in little rows by the path. The bus stop is depressing; there's a line of people looking as cold and fragile as the line of flowers [...]”
― Scarlett Thomas, The End of Mr. Y

“TOKEN”
― mcgoran

“When I visited Hawaii island in 2024, both the library and bus stop I use had security guards on them that were not there in the past.”
― Steven Magee