Language is decanted and shared. If only one person is left alive speaking a language - the case with some American Indian languages - the language is dead. Language takes two and their multiples.

Language exerts hidden power, like the moon on the tides.

Writers will happen in the best of families.

It doesn't matter to me. We're still cousins in our own way. Blood's just something old people talk about to make you feel bad.

The only people are those who don't love anybody.

For you to be successful, sacrifices must be made. It's better that they are made by others but failing that, you'll have to make them yourself.

Youth moves out, leaving no forwarding address. No matter how you try, you can't reach that person again or that place.