He had a thousand-year-old stare.

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

...which causes me to wonder, my own purpose on so many days as humble as the spider's, what is beautiful that I make? What is elegant? What feeds the world?

i want to hear what's happened to you," she said evenly after a while. she gestured in the direction, down river, of the butcher shop. "it's just that there is nowhere else to start," she said gently. "niether of us is the same. but i'm different because of small, good, manageable things. you're different because ... things i don't know.

Columbus only discovered that he was in some new place. He didn't discover America.

Death is the least civilized rite of passage.

A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life.