All of Western tradition, from the late bloom of the British Empire right through the early doom of Vietnam, dictates that you do something spectacular and irreversible whenever you find yourself in or whenever you impose yourself upon a wholly unfamiliar situation belonging to somebody else. Frequently it's your soul or your honor or your manhood, or democracy itself, at stake.

Like running trying to live a good life has to hurt a little bit, or we're not running hard enough, not really trying.

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name

We survive our love because we go on loving.

To begin is no more agony than opening your hand.

I am the history of the rejection of who I am

Maybe the purpose of being here, wherever we are, is to increase the durability and occasions of love among and between peoples.