It is a paradox in the contemporary world that in our desire for peace we must willingly give ourselves to struggle.

Walking. I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.

Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

tears have a purpose. they are what we carry of the ocean, and perhaps we must become the sea, give ourselves to it, if we are to be transformed.

We make art out of our loss.

Poetry has its own laws speaking for the life of the planet. It is a language that wants to bring back together what the other words have torn apart.

The crocodile doesn't harm the bird that cleans his teeth for him. He eats the others but not that one.

Mystery is part of each life, and maybe it is healthier to uphold it than to spend a lifetime in search of half-made answers.

Telling about our lives is important for those who come after as, for those who will see our experience as part of their own historical struggle.

A spoken story is larger than one unheard, unsaid. In nearly all creation accounts, words or songs are how the world was created, the animals sung into existence.

Think it. Write it. Sell it.

It's really difficult to pretend that you are happy when you actually are not in a state to face someone!!

One of underestimated tasks in nonfiction writing is to impose narrative shape on an unwieldy mass of material.

All Egyptians, not only the protestors, have broken through the fear barrier, therefore I expect only one outcome - protests will continue until Mubarak steps down from power.

Whether or not your values are operational is crucially determined by whether or not there are consequences for noncompliance.

I'm completely opposed to the idea of becoming accustomed to foreign military campaigns.

A complete assemblage of the smallest facts of human history will tell in the end.

There are two kinds of hecklers: the destructive and constructive hecklers.

What kind of world is this that can send machines to Mars and does nothing to stop the killing of a human being?

I always thought Ray Bourque was a great competitor.