There is a language beyond human language, an elemental language, one that arises from the land itself.

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.

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

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.

It seemed to me that these months of watching and listening, second-guessing words and phrases, seeking so much that was new, had somehow changed me.

When you live by understanding, you will not be fooled any longer

We've killed a million Iraqis since the start of the Gulf war - mostly by blocking humanitarian aid.

Maybe violent wickedness can be decapitated, but stupidity has too many heads.

It is only because he became like us that we can become like him.

I've always been a draw-er, all throughout elementary school I was the "kid who draws".

Every time you state what you want or believe, you're the first to hear it. It's a message to both you and others about what you think is possible. Don't put a ceiling on yourself

There is a total incompatibility between the joy of reading, a vagabond experience, and the experience of reading in order to answer questions, and explain what you understood.

The spandrels of San Marco and the Panglossian Paradigm.

God has hardwired me to thoroughly enjoy and be sharpened by good and friendly theological discussion about the gospel.