I wonder about silence. Also about darkness. I love the idea that city lights are a "conspiracy" against higher thoughts.

If a man knew what a woman never forgets, he would love her differently.

Having lived in Utah all of my life, I can tell that in many ways I know of no place more lonely, no place more unfamiliar. When I talk about how it is both a blessing and a burden to have those kinds of roots, it can be terribly isolating, because when you are so familiar, you know the shadow.

The human heart is the first home of democracy. It is where we embrace our questions: Can we be equitable? Can we be generous? Can we listen with our whole beings, not just our minds, and offer our attention rather than our opinion? And do we have enough resolve in our hearts to act courageously, relentlessly, without giving up, trusting our fellow citizens to join us in our determined pursuit-a living democracy?

I think direct political action, civil disobedience, in particular, is something to be taken very seriously.

Hope is not attached to outcomes but is a state of mind.

Stories have the power to create social change and inspire community.