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

If only I had discipline, but alas, it is only an obsessive-compulsive trait and the beauty of habit that causes me to return again and again to my work.

As soon as there's a crisis, there are people who take charge and want to control others. Climate-change catastrophe and human migration and immigration are great for corporate and governmental control over people, and we have to contend with that. I should say, I see corporate control behind everything that the government is working on right now.

I spend most of my time writing.

Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.

There are people who are always, I think, going to remain people of the book, to use another author's title, but people of the book, who really must be around.

At times the whole sky was ringed in shooting points and puckers of light gathering and falling, pulsing, fading, rhythmical as breathing. All of a piece. As if the sky were a pattern of nerves and our thought and memories traveled across it. As if the sky were one gigantic memory for us all.