to be able to be sorry about what we’ve done that’s hurt other people—that keeps us human.”
He did not know what home it was he longed for, but it seemed to him as he aged that his homesickness would increase,
“God weeps with us,” he had said, and you couldn’t get mad at him for that.
there was something far more frightening: people who no longer felt pain at all.
She had never liked being angry; she didn’t know what to do with it.
She felt this more than she thought it, the way children do.