When you are a kid you have your own language, and unlike French or Spanish or whatever you start learning in fourth grade, this one you are born with, and eventually lose...Kids think with their brains cracked wide open; becoming an adult...is only a slow sewing it shut.

Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.

I don't have to live the lives of my characters to write about them. It's about really putting yourself in their shoes.

Joseph Obomsawin, the elder I lived with there, says that those who turn to animals do so because humans have let them down.

No one gets to start where they left off; it just doesn't work that way.

And I remembered something else that makes us human: faith, the only weapon in our arsenal to battle doubt.

Leave it to a man to mess things up