That's all that matters, really: that we can make each other feel better.

There is nothing fatherly about time and what it does to us, either.

The most identifying trait of humanity is our abilty to be inhumane to one another.

Fire, ice, asteroids and pole shifts are bogeymen with which we distract ourselves from the real threat of our time. In an age when everyone invents his own truth, there is no community, only factions. Without community, there can be no consensus to resist the greedy, the envious, the power-mad narcissists who seize control and turn the institutions of civilization into a series of doom machines.

I believe that I was a dog in a past life. That's the only thing that would explain why I like to snack on Purina Dog Chow.

More to the point, I know why soldiers, home from war, seldom tell their families about their exploits in more than general terms. We who survive must go on in the names of those who fall, but if we dwell too much on the vivid details of what we've witnessed of man's inhumanity to man, we simply can't go on. perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.

The mockery of friends is affectionate, and inoculates against foolishness.