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.

We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.

Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams.

Once we know of atrocities we cannot remain silent, and knowledge inevitably leads to an urge to protect the innocent.

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.

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.