Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

Ironically, the utterly unselective omnivore -- "I'm easy; I'll eat anything" -- can appear more socially sensitive than the individual who tries to eat in a way that is good for society.

A map such as that one is worth many hundreds, and as luck will have it, thousands of dollars. But more than this, it is a remembrance of that time before our planet was so small. When this map was made, I thought, you could live without knowing where you were not living.

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

She was so beautiful, like someone who you will never meet, but always dream of meeting, like someone who is too good for you.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

Everybody knows the competing identities of people who have kids.