上帝的大能在柔和的微风中，不在狂风暴雨中。

写作是抵抗历史的抹去。

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.

We carry our homelands within us, even as we leave them behind.

Form follows force, not just form follows function.