I think one of the biggest political failures, and the biggest social failures, over the past few years has been the failure of empathy; not being able to look at the other person down the street.

And I suddenly think, as I look across the table at him, that these are the days as they will be. This is the future as we see it. The swerve and the static. The confidence and the doubt.

We shape ourselves by our imaginative reach.

There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface. There is, I think, a fear of love. There is a fear of love.

There is always room for at least two truths.

This is not my life. These are not my cobwebs. This is not the darkness I was designed for.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.