Over the last decade our country has lost an average of 300 farms a week. Large or small, each of those was the lifes work of a real person or family, people who built their lives around a promise and watched it break.

Everything truly important is washable.

Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation.

Given my own circumstances, I find that anything can turn out to belong nearly anywhere.

It's very important to distinguish between innocence and naivete. The innocent do not deserve to be the victims of violence. But only the naive refuse to think about the origins of violence and to pursue the possibility that the genesis of that hatred could be addressed.

I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the discipline is to quit.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.