“As I run, I wonder how many of these people helped buy my leg.I wonder about the deep, wide abyss between good intentions and concrete action, and how many of them leapt across it.”
“I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.”
“I wonder how many people I have looked at all my life and never really seen.”
“Everyday I wonder how many things I am dead wrong about.”
“How many people long for that "past, simpler, and better world," I wonder, without ever recognizing the truth that perhaps it was they who were simpler and better, and not the world about them?”
“I wonder how many ways there are for a mother to produce that wreckage in her own daughter, and my muscles tense as I think of them.”