I think I settled on the title before I ever wrote the book.

I just have to proceed as usual. No matter what happens, nothing helps with the writing of the next book.

Oh, God above, if heaven has a taste it must be an egg with butter and salt, and after the egg is there anything in the world lovelier than fresh warm bread and a mug of sweet golden tea?

I asked my dad what afflicted meant and he said 'Sickness son, and things that don't fit.'

When I act tough they listen politely till the spasm passes. They know.

Teacher? I never dreamed I could rise so high in the world

I had no accomplishments except surviving. But that isn't enough in the community where I came from, because everybody was doing it. So I wasn't prepared for America, where everybody is glowing with good teeth and good clothes and food.