Perhaps it’s that you can’t go back in time, but you can return to the scenes of a love, of a crime, of happiness, and of a fatal decision; the places are what remain, are what you can possess, are what is immortal. They become the tangible landscape of memory, the places that made you, and in some way you too become them. They are what you can possess and in the end what possesses you.

There is no one as dangerous as he or she who has nothing to lose.

As for me, the grounds of my hope have always been that history is wilder than our imagination of it and that the unexpected shows up far more regularly than we ever dream.

To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.

Given a choice between their worldview and the facts, it's always interesting how many people toss the facts.

Having the right to show up and speak are basic to survival, to dignity, and to liberty.

Walking . . . is how the body measures itself against the earth.