Scientific illiteracy in our populations is leaving too many of us unprepared to discuss or understand much of the damage we are wreaking on our atmosphere, our habitat, and even the food that enters our mouths.

Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet. They are what we call civilization.

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

Bitter words normally evaporate with the moisture of breath, after a quarrel. In order to become permanent, they require transcribers, reporters, complicit black hearts.

Nonfiction requires enormous discipline. You construct the terms of your story, and then you stick to them.

I have my own sheep and I literally sheer the sheep and knot sweaters for friends and family from scratch.

It's terrible to lose somebody, but it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.