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

You never knew which split second might be the zigzag bolt dividing all that went before from the everything that comes next.

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

When you're given a brilliant child you polish her and let her shine. Pigs in Heaven

If you're standing in the manure pile, it's somebody's job to mention the stink.

The truth needs so little rehearsal.

Growing food was the first activity that gave us enough prosperity to stay in one place, form complex social groups, tell our stories, and build our cities.