There must be limits, somewhere, to the human footprint on this earth. When the whole of the world is reduced to nothing but human product, we will have lost the map that can show us how we got here, and can offer our spirits an answer when we ask why. Surely we are capable of declaring sacred some quarters that we dare not enter or possess.

Codi: Gives you the willies, doesn't it? The thought of raising kids in a place where the front yard ends in a two-hundred-foot drop? [referring to cliff dwellings] Loyd: No worse than raising up kids where the front yard ends in a freeway.

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.

Prayer had always struck me as more or less a glorified attempt at a business transaction.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.

Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.