There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.

Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

The bell that measures time is ringing

Marshall McLuhan is absolutely right, we are always looking in the rear view mirror.

Every budding dictatorship begins by muzzling the artists, because they're a mouthy lot and they don't line up and salute very easily.

Gardening is not a rational act.