How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

I felt amazed at the choosing one had to do, over and over a million times daily--choosing love, then choosing it again...how loving and being in love could be so different.

How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.

It was the first time I'd ever said the words to another person, and the sound of them broke open my heart.

If you need something from somebody always give that person a way to hand it to you.

I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home