She'd have to propel herself into the future by whatever means possible or she'd be trapped forever in a place whose times had already passed.

This way of leaving your family for work had condemned them over several generations to have their hearts always in other places, their minds thinking about people elsewhere; they could never be in a single existence at one time. How wonderful it was going to be to have things otherwise.

We think of immigration as a Western issue but, of course, it isn't.

The publishing world is very timid. Readers are much braver.

A journey once begun, has no end

All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths.

Jemu watched his father disappear. He didn't throw the coconut and he didn't cry. Never again would he know love for another human being that wasn't adulterated by another, contradictory emotion.