Roads are a record of those who have gone before.

A restlessness has seized hold of many of us, a sense that we should be doing something else, no matter what we are doing, or doing at least two things at once, or going to check some other medium. It's an anxiety about keeping up, about not being left out or getting behind.

Everyday life is a disaster, and disaster can liberate us.

In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and birds.

No one is born a writer; literacy is a peculiar mode of being, but I was all about stories from a very early age, before reading.

Worry is a way to pretend that you have knowledge or control over what you don't--and it surprises me, even in myself, how much we prefer ugly scenarios to the pure unknown.

I see disaster everywhere; I also […] see generosity and resistance everywhere.