Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.

I found me a place where I can do good without doing any harm, and I can see I'm doing good, and them I'm doing good for know I'm doing it, and they love me, Unk, as best they can. I found me a home.

When a man becomes a writer, I think he takes on a sacred obligation to produce beauty and enlighenment and comfort at top speed

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Here's what I think the truth is: We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial, about to face cold turkey.

He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

I'm not a drug salesman. I'm a writer.