Listen. Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember.

Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say.

you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece

Our house is like an empty cigarette packet, lying around reminding you what's not in it.

Many of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.

How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.

You know what the issue is? Do you want to know? It's what these guys have decided to call America. They have the audacity to say, 'There, you sons of bitches, don't lay a finger on it. That is a finished product.'" "But any country is still in the making. Always. That's just history, people have to see that.