Where you belong is where you choose to constantly choose to show up.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountain is going home; that wildness is necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.

It’s only when you hitch your wagon to something larger than yourself that you realize your true potential.

I believe every inch of America is sacred, from sea to shining sea. I believe we make it holy by who we welcome and by how we relate to each other. Call it my Muslim eyes on the American project. “We made you different nations and tribes that you may come to know one another,” says the Qur’an.

You only are free when you realize you belong no place — you belong every place.

The only true belonging is the courage to stand alone and belong to ourselves.

Some of us aren’t meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it.

Home is where I want to be, but I guess I’m already there.

In the absence of belonging, there is always great suffering.

The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us, and the light goes out.