“Wear it home. It'll look like a dress.”

“It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell.”

“If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone”

“One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a little bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of premeditated cuteness should be even more embarrassed.”

“Later, going home, I realized they didn't look alike at all; what made them seem to was the aftermath of stress and the lingering of sorrow. It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.”

“Home is watching the moon rise over the open, sleeping land and having someone you can call to the window, so you can look together. Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.”

“In the end, we wear out our worries.”