The open road. Seemingly my only friend for years upon end since leaving war. The road embraced me, let me breathe, and more importantly, did not judge me.

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.

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

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.

It is not enough to hope for something to happen and throw it into the universe. You, too, must also work to make it happen.

How often do the poor in the US get to stand in front of their nation's Marie Antoinette's and shove the stale, mass-produced cake of lower class reality back into their mouths?

Get acquainted with your shadow, or find yourself surprised when a crisis emerges.

I have been cheated out of being treated like a human being. In my reflection I saw an empty vessel. They had cheated me and I was desperate to make the sharp pain in my head stop.

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

Absolution exists, call it Christian or whatever. It’s far older than any creed, and one of our blessings.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

The rain hit the windows like rice

The nineteenth century believed in science but the twentieth century does not.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

Watch what everyone else does--do the opposite. The majority is always wrong.

The Republican Party cannot win the White House anymore with just conservative and Republican votes.

Formerly we suffered from crimes; now we suffer from laws.

Bryant Gumbel's ego has applied for statehood. And if it's accepted, it will be the fifth-largest.

The taxing power is especially something after which the reformer's finger always itches.