We are most alive when we're in love.
Laws aren't ghosts in this country, they walk around with the smell of earth on them.
How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?
Why does life feel, to us as we experience it, so desperately urgent and so utterly pointless at the same time?
You cannot but learn more of the world's heft, as you take it now into your hands.
Basically it's true that my own life has been my chief window for life in America, beginning with my childhood and the conflicts, the struggles, the strains that I felt in my own family.