Libraries change lives. They are the soul of a people.

I like handling newborn animals. Fallen into life from an unmappable world, they are the ultimate immigrants, full of wonder and confusion.

Disassociating, mindfulness, transcendence-whatever the label-it's a sort of loophole in our contract with reality, a form of self-rescue.

History is an agreed-upon fiction.

When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.

Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.

Adventure is not something you travel to find. It's something you take with you, or you're not going to find it when you arrive.