The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.

Once a year, she remembers that she is insignificant. Then she forgets agains, because more than she is insignificant, she is forgetful.

Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

Tim O'Brien's book about Vietnam, The Things They Carried, has won every award, is studied in college and is considered to be definitive. But it's fiction.

It was always difficult to get cattle returned once a marriage was dissolved.

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.