I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.

What I really want to write about is injustice and justice, and the different ways human beings organize the two.

None of us seem to think that we should draw a line under what would be a satisfactory amount of wealth.

I'm very aware that we make these decisions toward love or hate every day. I certainly don't have the stamina to live through each day making only the noblest decisions.

It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.

I love planting. I love digging holes, putting plants in, tapping them in. And I love weeding, but I don't like tidying up the garden afterwards.

In a way, a garden is the most useless of creations, the most slippery of creations: it is not like a painting or a piece of sculpture-it won't accrue value as time goes on. Time is its enemy' time passing is merely the countdown for the parting between garden and gardener.