Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destroy each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Part of living your life is an awareness of the opportunities that can be missed and an awareness that time moves in one direction.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell in a newly found peace after he decided not to eat animals. Kafka recognized that fish as a member of his invisible family- not as his equal, of course, but as another being that was his concern.

I need an office, so I can have a place where I don't write.