The kiss is a wordless articulation of desire whose object lies in the future, and somewhat to the south.

The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.

For now, we assume that self-evolving robots will learn to mimic human traits, including, eventually, humor. And so, I can't wait to hear the first joke that one robot tells to another robot.

Handwriting is civilization's casual encephalogram.

Everywhere you hang your hat is home. Home is the bright cave under the hat.

Abstinence is a window of clarity through which one can better find one's work and one's mate.

As they marched, the crowds lining the route broke into applause, a sweet and deeply felt spontaneous pattering that was a sort of communal embrace. Welcome home.