They call themselves the Ku Klux Klan and they hate pretty much everyone who isn't like them. If you have the wrong color, religion, or birthplace, they don't like you. Around here it's mostly foreigners they hate.

When there is suffering, we look for a reason. That reason is easiest found within oneself.

Finding your way doesn't mean you always know where you're going. It's knowing how to find your way back home that's important.

If there is such a thing as a universal--and I wasn't ready to throw all of mine out the window--it's that there is power in a story. And if someone pays you such a kindness as to make up a tale so you'll enjoy a gingersnap, you go along with that story and enjoy every last bite.

Memories were like sunshine. They warmed you up and left a pleasant glow, but you couldn't hold them.

They call themselves the Ku Klux Klan and they hate pretty much everyone who isn't like them. If you have the wrong color, religion, or birthplace, they don't like you. Around here it's mostly foreigners they hate.

...the person you encounter is often more than the person you see.