Axiom: you are a sea. Your eye- lids curve over chaos My hands where they touch you, create small inhabited islands soon you will be all earth: a known land, a country.

I'm from the generation that had the boys' door and the girls' door when you went to school, and you got in big trouble if you went in the wrong one.

Science is a tool, and we invent tools to do things we want. It's a question of how those tools are used by people.

You can pretty much trace when the big individual indebtedness kicked in, and it was when the credit card became generally available.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.

You need a certain amount of nerve to be a writer.