Love is tied to truth.

The miracle and hope of human consciousness is that we can still conceive of boundlessness.

Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

I can almost imagine a happiness without her, the ability to let her go, to feel our roots are connected even if I never see that leaf of grass again.'

but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever.

When we read the right book generously, it can change the way think about the world around us.

I thought of the one thing about home that I missed, my dad's study with its built-in, floor-to-ceiling shelves sagging with thick biographies and the black leather chair that kept me just uncomfortable enough to keep from feeling sleepy as I read.