Revenge is a sorrow for the person who has to take it on. And the person who is rash enough to think it's going to help a situation is always wrong.

For me, this is old. I probably know what is happening better than he does because I've tried over and over to wreck myself on another human, and always failed. I fail now. For it seems that my sorrow is deep in my bones and I'd have to break every single one to let it out.

I rarely step on sidewalk cracks. I don't wear a watch. I touch my favorite tree before going on long trips.

We're not in a situation where we need to do something rash.

My grandfather was a persuasive man who made friends with people at every level of influence. In order to fight against our tribe's termination, he went to newspapers and politicians and urged them to advocate for our tribe in Washington. He also supported his family through the Depression as a truck farmer.

I'm not one to take revenge. If someone does something wrong to me I leave it in the hands of the universe to take care of that person.