People are sometimes losing their homes before being convicted of a crime, or their cash or their cars.

There’s no such thing as being totally ‘found’…the fun, I think, is in the searching.

There is space for a different kind of investigative reporting that's about immersion and obsessive attention to detail and deep listening.

What narrative journalism does is create a language or open up a space where someone can say, "Oh, this happened to me, too."

I tend to only be able to obsess about one thing at once, and become fully engaged in and only interested in that thing. But in the longer term, a lot of my stories also give birth to other stories.

I feel like I partly came to writing through being in college during the start of the Iraq war, and knowing that those issues mattered lot to me, and wanting to go see for myself.

Thinking through how you find that intersection between individual, compelling human narratives and structural, systemic injustices - that's the place that's most interesting to me as a reporter.

Workers are actually being starved on the largest military base in Baghdad, and women are being raped with impunity - and because it doesn't fit into a Hollywood context it's not going to fly.

I wanted to think about ways to get an American readership concerned with what is happening in Mexico, but also to reframe it as a problem Americans share.

I try to come to my reporting as a real, whole person, not an automaton.

I learned a lot, investigative methodology - wise, from litigators - watching their process.

The moment we accept our pain is the moment we release our suffering. Suffering is created when we offer life resistance, and what we resist most are the experiences that bring us pain.

When we dream, there are no facts. Just imagination!

To change you must want to change, you must be responsible for the change, and then take action to make the change. It is your race to run so you need to choose your road wisely.

One age misunderstands another

When we speak of God or achieving union with God, we are often merely trying to put that great thing into a small container. One cannot drive a camel through the eye of a needle.

Today, as never before, the issue is clearly defined-liberty and freedom of choice, or oppression and subjugation for the individual and for nations.

Without love no life left on earth.

Someone, I don't know who- it might have even been me- said, Any man at the age of twenty-five who is not a Communist has no heart: any man who is still is at the age of thirty-five has no head.

Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!

While I'm generally silent on the affairs of my biological mother, her recent tirade has taken a gross turn.