There is a very fine line between love and nausea.

There is a very fine line between love and nausea.

I mean, my people were very, very simple. They were peasant people, you know?

Stuttering is painful. In Sunday school, I'd try to read my lessons, and the children behind me were falling on the floor with laughter.

In the wintertime, in the snow country, citrus fruit was so rare, and if you got one, it was better than ambrosia.

Before my grandpa built his own church, we went to the neighboring town, and it was a white community. You know, up north, mostly middle European people and Indians, Chippewa Indians. We were welcome to that church, but once we got in, they didn't know what to do with us.

When I read great literature, great drama, speeches, or sermons, I feel that the human mind has not achieved anything greater than the ability to share feelings and thoughts through language.