The answer of course, is that the clock isn't meant to measure earthly time, but the time of the soul. Redemption and condemnation time. For the soul, each instant is always a minute short of judgment.

It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.

When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood worth living, but once it slips by, there isn’t any reclaiming it or revising it.

In a sense, Out of Oz is an examination of how individuals keep going, keep reinventing themselves and their lives, even after life-altering complications have afflicted them.

Doubt was much more energy efficient than conviction.

I like classical music of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, and I adore Bach above all.

Children are wickeder than adults, they have no sense of restraint.