I might not be able to use the word "hope," but I could certainly use the word "optimism." I'm very optimistic. I don't feel that it helps to be pessimistic. At some point in my life I made a conscious decision that I would try to be optimistic - not blind to anything at all - but to always hear the way that had the best chance for happiness.

What happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough? It becomes your entire history.

Love. The black hook. The spear singing through the mind.

Our tribe unraveled like a coarse rope, frayed at either end as the old and new among us were taken.

I knew each person's delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.

When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.

It's very hard to track down what's real and what's not real. We haven't absorbed what climate change is doing. Because whether people associate it or not, fear of immigration is completely related to climate change, because the mass migrations that are happening, the war in Syria, all of these structural human migrations are related to climate change.