I let all that anger and worry go because they don’t belong to me any more than the future does. And I don’t wanna feel them anyhow, because the truth is, whatever happens when this...

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

The tears are falling freely now, and I don’t care if he sees them. They’re tears of relief for my nephew, worry for my grandfather and my brother, and shame for my mistake. I figure...

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

This is how hatred begins — with a muffled laugh on a hot night and a knock on the door.