There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.

We either learn to accept or we end up writing letters home with crayons.

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost.

Want to know the best thing about teaching? Seeing that moment when a kid discovers his or her gift. There's no feeling on earth like it.

A broken spoon may be a fork in disguise.