One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.

A mountain you're plannin' on climbin' ain't the same as the one you ain't. It ain't so pretty.

But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.

Writing is probably one-fifth coming up with the stuff, and four-fifths self-editing again and again and again.

Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.

I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.