He looked into the crowd for approval, saw his mother and father. He waved and they waved back. Smiles and Indian teeth. They were both drunk. Everything familiar and welcome. Everything beautiful.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

The ordinary can be like medicine.

Summer coming like a car from down the highway.

Seems like the cold would never go away and winter would be like the bottom of my feet but then it is gone in one night and in its place comes the sun so large and laughable.

The white people always want to fight someone and they always get the dark-skinned people to do the fighting.

How much do we remember of what hurts us most? I've been thinking about pain, how each of us constructs our past to justify what we feel now. How each successive pain distorts the preceding.

More and more, he heard his spine playing stick games through his skin, singing old dusty words, the words of all his years.

a generation:the black night gave me black eyesstill I use them to seek the light

If my activism, however well-motivated, drives out love, then I have misunderstood Jesus’ gospel. I am stuck with law, not the gospel of grace.

Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world.

Everybody always knows something," said Adam, "even if it's something they don't know they know.

My goal as a parent is to prepare you for the future, not to make you like me.

Corporations have nothing to do with values, and they know it, and sometimes say it.

I'm hyper-aware of my last name and it's lack of Derby or Horowtiz-esque sonorousness. Moffett sounds like a type of couch cushion. I guess I'm hoping to start a wave of first-name usage.

A child seldom needs a good talking to as a good listening to.

The true Human Being is the Innermost, He does not have problems. The problems are from the mind.

Power is intoxicating.