“And so among the ruins of our pride, we grow to be loving children of the Most High.”

“We moralise among ruins.”

“Insofar as our children resemble us, they are our most precious admirers, and insofar as they differ, they can be our most vehement distractors. From the beginning, we tempt them into imitation of us and long for what may be life's most profound compliment: their choosing to live according to our own system of values. Though many of us take pride in how different we are from our parents, we are endlessly sad at how different our children are from us.”

“We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.”

“Unless we do something about this, my children are going to grow up in a jungle, the jungle being a racial jungle with tensions having built so high that it is going to explode at some point.”

“We are living even now among punishments and ruins.”

“Like you, our love of the land is deep. Like you, our pride in the sacred traditions of our culture is immense. Like you, our desire for the economic advancement of our people is solid and enduring. And like you, we are committed to a better future for our children.”

“Love among the ruins… I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.”

“young children are wonderfully confident in their own imaginations… Most of us lose this confidence as we grow up”

“God said this is our land, land in which we flourish as people… we want our cattle to get fat on our land so that our children grow up in prosperity; and we do not want the fat removed to feed others.”