To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

All people in the world - who are not hermits or mutes - speak words. They speak different languages, but they speak words. They say, "How are you" or "I'm not feeling well" all over the world. These common words - these common elements that we have between us - the writer has to take some verbs and nouns and pronouns and adjectives and adverbs and arrange them in a way that sound fresh.

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation.

I think a hero is any person really intent on making this a better place for all people.

My heart is so heavy when I see the reality of the Indian reservation and as an American, I know I am, too, responsible.

Nothing succeeds like success. Get a little success, and then just get a little more.

You only are free when you realize you belong no place - you belong every place - no place at all. The price is high. The reward is great.