It was around 9:55 a.m. I was waiting for the library to open.
I saw a cute Ethiopian girl coming toward me. She had dark brown skin, short hair, and a pretty baby face.
“What time is it?” She asked me. Her English accent was very good.
“My countrymen respond to poetry... By reviving memories and traditions dear to all Armenians, and connecting them in verse or story with the principles of patriotism, morality and good citizenship... I try to spread the gospel of Americanism.”
—Krikor Keljik, Armenian-born Saint Paul poet
“Who does not love a Minnesota winter, with its clear bracing air—its blue sky and its life-giving atmosphere?... Fear not then, the blast of coming winter. Pile on the wood, let the cracking fire shed its heat while the Northwestern winds howl about our doors.”
—Saint Paul Minnesota Times, November 20, 1854
“The writing of books is not easy... There must be reliance upon the deeper sources of consciousness, from which the best writing comes to assure anything really worthwhile.”