Some excerpts that move me.
More than ever knowing in his fragile bones that it was the duty of men who aspired to the condition of humanity to protect children and kill for them if necessary.
Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through a life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed.
native Americans looked not at the color of skin but at the intentions, the body posture, the language of hands. That was how they stayed alive.
Life was not safe and nothing could make it so, neither fashionable dresses nor bank accounts. The baseline of human life was courage.