Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.

No other continent has endured such an unspeakably bizarre combination of foreign thievery and foreign goodwill.

Loose lips sink ships.

Want is a thing that unfurls unbidden like fungus, opening large upon itself, stopless, filling the sky. But needs, from one day to the next, are few enough to fit in a bucket, with room enough left to rattle like brittle brush in a dry wind.

...our best task is to move forward without insisting others slide backward.

If it's important, your heart remembers.

I think the most interesting parts of human experience might be the sparks that come from that sort of chipping flint of cultures rubbing against each other.