In the winter, I enjoy cross-country skiing and raising orchids and amaryllises. If I could grow tropical flowers as perennials, I would, especially hibiscus and mandavilla.

Artificial intelligence is growing up fast, as are robots whose facial expressions can elicit empathy and make your mirror neurons quiver.

I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory

Because poets feel what we're afraid to feel, venture where we're reluctant to go, we learn from their journeys without taking the same dramatic risks.

I'm fascinated how often and with what whole-heartedness people will risk their lives to perform acts of courage, sacrifice, and compassion for total strangers.

The knowing, I told myself, is only a vapor of the mind, and yet it can wreck havok with one's sanity.

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?