Even when I'm just sitting at my desk, I have to get up every twenty minutes or so and walk around, walk around, walk around, and then I can go back to the page. I can't just sit there for hours at a time. Language comes out of the body as much as the mind.

Something happens, Blue thinks, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwise.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

I can remember saying again and again and again, "A terrible thing has happened, but this should be a kind of wake-up call for our country, and we have a great opportunity now to reinvent ourselves. To rethink our position about oil and energy, to rethink our relationship with other cultures and other countries, and why other people want to attack us."

Stories happen only to those who are able to tell them, someone once said. In the same way, perhaps, experiences present themselves only to those who are able to have them.

Medical care for the entire country seems to me a basic right. If every other country in the West can do it, why can't we?

Reason and memory are nearly always at odds.