If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going.

One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me between their fingers, it will be you they find.

What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us?

The Bible writers didn't care that they were bunching together sequences some of which were historical, some preposterous, and some downright manipulative. Faithful recording was not their business; faith was.

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.