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.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

We eat as sons and daughters, as families, as communities, as generations, as nations, and increasingly as a globe. We can't stop our eating from radiating influence even if we want to.

If it had and answer, it wouldn't really be love, would it?

Which, then, brings us closer to what we want to communicate: saying what we intend, or trying to say the opposite?

Nothing is beautiful and true.

I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.