We used to send whole flocks of birds shooting out of our mouths and never managed to grab them by their wings.

Our exile organizations have been our way of replacing the cities and villages we have lost.

It struck me as I listened to those two men that a truer nomination (name) for our species than Homo sapiens might be Homo narrans, the storytelling person. What differentiates us from animals is the fact that we can listen to other people’s dreams, fears, joys, sorrows, desires and defeats–and they in turn can listen to ours.

You think you know everything about a person, but the truth often comes as a surprise.

They pondered the importance of coffee in silence.

I'm not very much of a reader really, because I find much of it very bad, very uninteresting, very speculative.

It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a sky like that, I wish I could write music