Again the greatest use of a human was to be useful. Not to consume, not to watch, but to do something for someone else that improved their life, even for a few minutes.

Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.

Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.

Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.

If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.

He remained, weeks after awakening, in that period of early-morning consciousness that allows easy re-entry to dreaming. His limbs still tingled with the residue of sleep, and most days he wanted badly to allow it to overtake him again.

It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.