I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.

Writers now are putting total faith in designers at Apple and Amazon. It's almost like a race-car driver having no input into how cars are designed.

I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

Every moment before this one depends on this one.

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.

The factory farm has succeeded by divorcing people from their food, eliminating farmers, and ruling agriculture by corporate fiat.