It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.

Some typewriters in Whitehall, in the Pentagon, killed more civilians than our little A4 could have ever hoped to.

What North Europe thinks of as its history is actually quite provincial and of limited interest. Different sorts of Christian killing each other, and that's about it.

She thougt of sunrise over the library slope at Cornell University that nobody out on it had seen because the slope faces west.

Life's single lesson: that there is more accident to it than a man can ever admit to in a lifetime and stay sane.

What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

this is america, you live in it, you let it happen. let it unfurl.