We came from Bethlehem, Georgia bearing Betty Crocker cake mixes into the jungle.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

Tall and straight I may appear, but I will always be Ada inside. A crooked little person trying to tell the truth. The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes

I know people. Most have no earthly notion of the price of a snow-white conscience.

the conspicuous consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spiritual error, or even bad manners

If I had to give up my life for anything, it would have to have the resilience of hope, the elation of new literacy, the brilliant life of a field of flowers, the elementary kindness of bread. Nothing short of that. It would have to be something as sure as love.

The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.