Home is memory, home is your history, home is where you work. Some people want to abandon it and become truly local. But the questions are all there.

Love is divine only and difficult always.

I guess I'm depressed. I don't know. I can't explain it. Part of it is the irritability of being 84, and part of it is being not as physically strong as I once was. And part of it is my misunderstanding, I think, of what's going on in the world.

Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

But maybe a man was nothing but a man, which is what Baby Suggs always said. They encouraged you to put some of your weight in their hands and soon as you felt how light and lovely that was, they studied your scars and tribulations, after which they did what he had done: ran her children out and tore up the house. [...] A man ain't nothing but a man,' said Baby Suggs. 'But a son? Well now, that's somebody.

I want to feel what I feel. What's mine. Even if it's not happiness, whatever that means. Because you're all you've got.

If you want to fly, you have to give up the things that weigh you down.