Morality is not a large, constructed *thing* you have or have not, but simply a capacity. Something you carry with you in your brain and in your hands.

That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.

Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

I'm not pretending to be ingenuous; I know what I'm doing.

The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.

Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, writers will go to stupefying lengths to get the infernal roar of words out of their skulls and onto paper.

All of the promises of politicians, generals, madmen, and crusaders that war can create peace have yet to be borne out.