We try to exile ourselves more and more from nature - not always consciously: We build houses; we dismiss nature; nature has to be outside, because we're inside. God forbid something like a cockroach comes inside, or some dust.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?

Our skin is what stands between us and the world.

We try to exile ourselves more and more from nature - not always consciously: We build houses; we dismiss nature; nature has to be outside, because we're inside. God forbid something like a cockroach comes inside, or some dust.

I believe consciousness is brazenly physical, a raucous mirage the brain creates to help us survive.

Love is the most important thing in our lives, a passion for which we would fight or die, and yet we're reluctant to linger over its names. Without a supple vocabulary, we can't even talk or think about it directly.