The dream he needed most was the dream that frightened him more.
What kind of life can you have in a house without books?
What inspires a poem for me is usually a moment.
Humor was an antiseptic that cleaned the deepest of personal wounds.
You have to love somebody that much to also hate them that much, too. (191)
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.