As I get older, my childhood self becomes more accessible to me, but selectively, in images as stylized and suspect as moments remembered from a novel read years ago.

We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.

There is this quality, in things, of the right way seeming wrong at first.

As souls must cry when they awaken in tiny babies and find themselves far from heaven

Faith is not so much a binary pole as a quantum state, which tends to indeterminacy when closely examined.

A healthy male adult bore consumes each year one and a half times his own weight in other people's patience.