Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.

Canadians and Americans may look alike, but the contents of their heads are quite different. Americans experience themselves, individually, as small toads in the biggest and most powerful puddle in the world. Their sense of power comes from identifying with the puddle. Canadians as individuals may have more power within the puddle, since there are fewer toads in it; it's the puddle that's seen as powerless.

Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.

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

A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason. Think of it as the altar of the Muse Oblivion, to whom you sacrifice your botched first drafts, the tokens of your human imperfection.

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

We are very short on organs, and the pig solution is probably a lot better than the human clone solution - though maybe not for the pigs.