she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deep roots buried in the earth she told me the old stories how time never mattered when she died they gave me her clock

I drew because words were too unpredictable. (5)

That's the whole point of life, you know? To meet new people.

I don't know what any individual should do about crossing her own borders. I only know that I live a happier, more adventurous life, by crossing borders.

Do you know why the Indian rain dances always worked? Because the Indians would keep dancing until it rained.

Life is a constant struggle between being an individual and being a member of the community.

When you resort to violence to prove a point, you’ve just experienced a profound failure of imagination.