Quotes from Kim Stafford

Like the trees, we are visitors, guests of the earth.

Every vivid memory holds some essential truth about your vision of the world

The greatest sin you can commit against your own life is to know what you want and not to act.

A part of growing up through a violent event like this is that the veil is pulled away and you are suddenly able to see the suffering in the eyes of other people.

One time, Grandpa had gifts for us. He gave me a hand-polished, dark steel pair of pliers that fit my fist perfectly. For my brother, he had some coins from Canada. Even then, I knew these gifts were wise. I tried to fix things with my hands. For my brother, vocation was more distant: repair of the world.

What I want my father's writing to keep teaching us is that at the table of writing, everyone is welcome. No voice without all voices.