Laughter may instruct but it may also conceal, defending the joker against anger and retaliation: a game is only a game.

Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.

I didn't go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in the woods, with no shoes, and in the fall it was back to the city, shoe shops and school.

I tell, therefore you are.

I have long since decided if you wait for the perfect time to write, you'll never write. There is no time that isn't flawed somehow.

In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys.

Some people mistakenly think nature is very nice and benevolent and never betrays.