Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

Consider the word “time.” We use so many phrases with it. Pass time. Waste time. Kill time. Lose time. In good time. About time. Take your time. Save time. A long time. Right on time. Out of time. Mind the time. Be on time. Spare time. Keep time. Stall for time. There are as many expressions with “time” as there are minutes in a day. But once, there was no word for it at all. Because no one was counting. Then Dor began. And everything changed.

When you are measuring life, you are not living it.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

People are only mean when they're threatened, and that's what our culture does. That's what our economy does.

And I suppose tapes are a desperate attempt to steal something from Death's suitcase.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.