“The sins of the Midwest: flatness, emptiness, a necessary acceptance of the familiar. Where is the romance in being buried alive? In growing old?”
“And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
“I've buried all the hatchets. But I know where I've buried them and I can dig them up again if necessary.”
“There is no Thanksgiving back in the old country where I come from. You know why? Because being thankful is a sin.”
“As we grow in holiness, we grow in hatred of sin; and God, being infinitely holy, has an infinite hatred of sin.”
“Towns [in the Midwest] with immigrants are growing. Towns without immigrants are shrinking. It's as simple as that.”