This is nourishing, redemptive we become less alone inside.

We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.

...logical validity is not a guarantee of truth.

I know I never work in whatever gets called an office, e.g., a school office I use only for meeting students and storing books I know I'm not going to read anytime soon.

I want to tell you,' the voice on the phone said. 'My head is filled with things to say.' ... 'I don't mind,' Hal said softly. 'I could wait forever.' 'That's what you think,' the voice said. The connection was cut.

For me, boviscopophobia is an even stronger motive than semi-agoraphobia for staying on the ship when we're in port.

There is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness.