When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?

My passion has always been books and literature, and teaching.

Once evil is individualized, becoming part of everyday life, the way of resisting it also becomes individual. How does the soul survive? is the essential question. And the response is: through love and imagination.

She was one of those people who are irrevocably, incurably honest and therefore both inflexible and vulnerable at the same time.

Poor reading, like poor writing, is imposing what you already know on texts. You should go into reading to discover, not to reaffirm what you know.

With fear come the lies and the justifications that, no matter how convincing, lower our self-esteem.

I see people who talk about America, and then undermine it by not paying attention to its soul, to its poetry. I see polarization, reductionism and superficiality.