We pulled the seeds out and scattered them on their flossy parachutes, leaving only the leathery brownish yellow tongue, soft as the inside of an elbow.

Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went. No, why? You moved. Just don't move.

Choice of evils debates always produce extremism - people choose what they hope is the lesser evil, then call it good and demonize the other choice. It will be a challenge for your generation to synthesize - to move beyond Us versus Them, to We.

Disease has always been a much bigger killer of human beings than wars.

What a lost person needs is a map of the territory, with his own position marked on it so he can see where he is in relation to everything else.

If you want what's in the package you should at least know how to get the string off, is what I say.

It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.