A careless way of sauntering across the earth and breaking open its treasures, a terrible dependency on sucking out the world's best juices for ourselves-these may also be our enemies. The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.

The moth settled onto the curtain and sat still. It was an astonishing creature, with black and white wings patterned in geometric shapes, scarlet underwings, and a fat white body with black spots running down it like a snowman's coal buttons. No human eye had looked at this moth before; no one would see its friends. So much detail goes unnoticed in the world.

Now, see, that's why you want Internet friends. You can find people just exactly like you. Screw your neighbors and your family, too messy...the trouble is, once you filter out everybody that doesn't agree with you, all that's left is maybe this one retired surfer guy living in Idaho.

there are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I'm concerned that's like accusing a dog of having a bark!

A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn't do.

Mother could go for one year without food, but not one day without her lip sticks.

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.