Dick Price: To give me a certain weight with potential donors, I had put “Executive Director” on my business card. To the guys in the house and most of the board members, “House Daddy” fit better.
Walter G. Moss: The thought that love is also hell ends the novel’s reflections on the complexity of love. But the “miracle” of the crimson flower discovered in a miserable Japanese POW camp in Thailand speaks to the transcendent power of beauty.
Dick Price: Telling how I’d stepped away from good-paying jobs—some with paid vacations and full healthcare coverage—to one that paid $400 a month, plus my own room in the halfway house, all the food I could eat and donated clothes I could wear, and gas for my car, that might be a place to start.
Robert M. Nelson: This tale of environmental degradation unveils a spectrum of human behaviors shaped by local circumstances. These localized behaviors, good and bad, have global applicability.
Dick Price: Picking up her pace and averting her eyes as she approached, she hugged the far side of the walkway and skirted quickly past to avoid my hulking figure.