I guess there are never enough books.

There are some times...when the love for people is strong and warm like a sorrow.

There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.

I know now why confusion in government is not only tolerated but encouraged. I have learned. A confused people can make no clear demands.

This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.

I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents.... The face and body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?

You're going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.