Plants do everything animals do, but slowly. They migrate, communicate, deceive, stalk their food and, with an ostentation of styles and perfumes to put the animal kingdom to shame, they make love. It's just that catching them in flagrante delicto might require time-lapse photography.

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.

To think is not always to see.

Fiction is a sort of inter-human magic, allowing you to travel into a scene and feel it tingle on your skin.

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.

Does a man become a revolutionary out of the belief he's entitled to joy rather than submission?