Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.

Boxing is a celebration of the lost religion of masculinity all the more trenchant for its being lost.

Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.

My grandmother could never have written a memoir, so 'The Gravedigger's Daughter' is a homage to her life, and to the lives of other young women of her generation, which are so rarely articulated.

You can't deny Eros. Eros wills trike, like lightning. Our human defenses are frail, ludicrous. Like plasterboard houses in a hurricane. Your triumph is in perfect submission. And the god of Eros will flow through you, as Lawrence says, in the 'perfect obliteration of blood consciousness.

For some reason, voters can be brainwashed, and they vote sometimes against their own best interests, let alone voting against the interests of people who need them, like people who are disenfranchised and people who are poor and so forth.