Kindness and gentleness never had a gender, and neither did empathy.

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.

I roam around a lot in my territory, but what I learn at one end inflects and opens up my understanding at the other.

The poet Marianne Moore famously wrote of 'real toads in imaginary gardens,' and the labyrinth offers us the possibility of being real creatures in symbolic space...In such spaces as the labyrinth we cross over [between real and imaginary spaces]; we are really travelling, even if the destination is only symbolic.

Sometimes it seems that the fate of the world is decided entirely in the ether of electronic communications and corporate backroom deals.

I think that fear of the mob, the expectation that people, particularly poor and nonwhite people become mobs almost automatically in the absence of coercive authority, is inculcated by the media, the movies, and politicians.

Roads are a record of those who have gone before.