...people with nothing to declare carry the most.

My life story is the story of everyone I've ever met.

I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. But now I think the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that wonderful and terrible world.

She maintained a careful balance by her window, never allowing the men to come too close, never allowing them to stray too far.

I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster's paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.

Look, taste is clearly the crudest of our senses: this is scientifically, objectively factual. It is less nuanced. Eyesight is extraordinary - hearing, touch. I find people who devote their whole lives to taste a little strange.

What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?