Capitalism has resulted in material well-being but spiritual bankruptcy.

All of a sudden America wasn't about hamburgers and hot rods anymore. It was about the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. It was about something that had happened for two minutes four hundred years ago, instead of everything that had happened since. Instead of everything that was happening now!

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.