The only difference between a grown-up's mistake and a child's is the size of the consequence.

One day this war will end. And when it does, Tule Lake will be just a memory.

Just when you think this war has taken everything you loved, you meet someone and realize that somehow you still have more to give.

A not-too-distant explosion shakes the house, the windows rattle in their sockets, and in the next room the class of 1964 wakes up and lets out a yell or two. Each time this happens I find myself thinking, "Is it possible that human beings can continue with this lunacy very much longer?" You know the answer, of course.

People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?

Never be afraid of doing the thing you know in your heart is right, even if others don't agree.