“Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.”

“My mind mends my motives and my notion navigates my natives,for we all are made of soil-our corrupted soil.”

“What we most love is not what we know, but what knows us and draws us. . . . (78)”

“We may forget our dead, but dead will never forget us. They call upon us from the border of unknown, reminding us of our solemn duties in fulfilling their hopes”

“Right words are born in courage, which results from our struggle to make sense of our various predicaments. Cheer is what words are "trying to tell us/... It's native to the words/and what they want us always to know/even when it seems quite impossible to do.”

“Whatever the reasons, we never allow anyone else to know the whole of our personal history. I suppose we're afraid of what they might think of us. But there's more to it than that. We are terrified of what they might do with the knowledge.”