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

We are unusual and tragic and alive.

Because I grew up with this naive expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

There is travel and there are babies; everything else is drudgery and death.

Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)

A funny thing happened on the way to utopia: We've turned into this surveillance society and become a race of spies, where we track our kids and we track our spouses and we track our friends. I think very soon there will be an obsolescence of trust, because it's much easier to access a person's location than it is to ask - or to trust.