Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

I can't pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

Honor is the presence of God in man.

Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.

Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.

In families, there are no crimes beyond forgiveness.