Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

Death is the least civilized rite of passage.

The Internet, which seems now so embedded and personal and crucial to our lives, isn't at all - we really shouldn't think of it that way.

I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.

I want to remember what bullshit looks like when weapons of mass destruction are diagrammed out and whacko "intelligence" is delivered in an ominous way to strike fear into people and especially to pull on the idealism and zeal of the young.

Every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware.

some people meet the way the sky meets the earth, inevitably, and there is no stopping or holding back their love. It exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense.