For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain and the noise of battle. It has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty.
The need to write comes from the need to make sense of one's life and discover one's usefulness.
When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.
Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.
Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.