It's rarely talked about, but hunting for sport is just about as vile as we humans get.

We talked about nothing in particular, but it felt like we were talking about the most important things.

It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.

I said, 'I need to know how he died.' He flipped back and pointed at, 'Why?' So I can stop inventing how he died. I'm always inventing.

It would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed.

I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it's hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus.