Which would be worse - to live as a monster, or to die as a good man?

I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests and oceans and an infinite universe would, in the same process, create something as unnatural as humanity in its own image. I believe in God, but not as a he or she or an it, but as something that defines my ability to conceptualize within the rather paltry frames of reference I have on hand.

I was blessed to grow up in really interesting times and to go back to a home where I was very safe.

Choice, I've always believed, is all that separates us from animals.

What molds us is what maims us.

Charm was the luxury of those who still believed in the essential rightness of things. In purity and picket fences.

Waking, after all, was an almost natal state. You surfaced without history, then spent the blinks and yawns reassembling your past, shuffling the shards into chronological order before fortifying yourself for the present.