Because I grew up with this naive expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation.

Every story we remember is a novel. Novels make things more universal.

I grew up north of Chicago, not far from where the Schwinn bicycle plant used to be, and was conscious of the fact that these beautiful, everlasting bikes were made just down the road.

Every time my brain parks the car neatly in the driveway, my mouth drives through the back of the garage.

I will not wait to love as best as I can. We thought we were young and that there would be time to love well sometime in the future. This is a terrible way to think. It is no way to live, to wait to love.

It is no way to live, to wait to love.

Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.