Language can never 'pin down' slavery, genocide, war. Nor should it yearn for the arrogance to be able to do so. Its force, its felicity, is in its reach toward the ineffable.

Would it be all right? Would it be all right to go ahead and feel? Go ahead and count on something?

You looking good." "Devil's confusion. He lets me look good long as I feel bad.

When a child walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, do your eyes light up? That’s what they’re looking for.

Movements toward freedom and the self-respect that comes from something other than what people think is their most important feature.

Lonely, ain't it? Yes, but my lonely is mine. Now your lonely is somebody else's. Made by somebody else and handed to you. Ain't that something? A secondhand lonely.

The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one.