The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it.

Be your own flying saucer! Rescue yourself!

In fiction, when you paint yourself into a corner, you can write a pair of suction cups onto the bottoms of your shoes and walk up the wall and out the skylight and see the sun breaking through the clouds. In nonfiction, you don't have that luxury.

If you were Jesus with missing years to kill where would you go?

The universe does not have laws. It has habits. And habits can be broken.

To some extent, Seattle remains a frontier metropolis, a place where people can experiment with their lives, and change and grow and make things happen.

There're many ways, my dear, to victimize people. The most insidious way is to persuade them that they're victims.