Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.

It didn't occur to me that my books would be widely read at all, and that enabled me to write anything I wanted to. And even once I realized that they were being read, I still wrote as if I were writing in secret. That's how one has to write anyway--in secret.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

We have a huge struggle for our sense of what a democracy is. We're not living in reality when we think we have some sort of democracy. We're really on the edge. We have two presidents who lost the popular vote but won the election. This is not working.

Don't read anything except what destroys the insulation between yourself and your experience.

We do know that no one gets wise enough to really understand the heart of another, though it is the task of our life to try.

Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands.