Adversity has the remarkable ability of introducing the real you to yourself.

A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.

I left a piece of my soul that will always rightfully belong in the desert.

It was a frightening metaphor for what the United States was becoming – a Titanic of rich, proud dimwits heading for the iceberg of anti-colonialist backlash.

To stay alive, you have to keep moving. Running, relocating, driving, doing everything in your power to stay in motion and make it to safety.

Home.” This was my mantra, my four-letter savior.

God always exalts the humble.

Simplicity and sexiness, that's what people want. At a price that's not outrageous.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

If you dissemble sometimes your knowledge of that you are thought to know, you shall be thought, another time, to know that you know not.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

Our fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure.

To me, teamwork is a lot like being part of a family. It comes with obligations, entanglements, headaches, and quarrels. But the rewards are worth the cost.

Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.

Every man is, or hopes to be, an idler.

The inefficiency of political control of an economy has been demonstrated more often, in more places, and under more varied conditions, than almost anything outside the realm of pure science.