In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.

I am a writer of books in retrospect. I talk in order to understand; I teach in order to learn.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

The sidelong glance is what you depend on.