Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

The strange anthropological lesson of social media is that human beings, if given a choice, often prefer to socialise alone.

realized that at a level I'd never been conscious we'd been engaged in a game of wits for years. I suppose most writer-subject pairings are like that. Of course, I'd set aside my plan to write about him [Clark Rockfeller] as soon as I'd gotten to know him some, but now I'd resumed that intention.

Quiet cunning bested boastful brawn

Spirit was a by-product of activity, like the reflection from a spinning fan blade, and our souls in the end did not reside within us but flowed outward from our movements.

Memo to extreme partisans: If you can't bring yourselves to love your enemies, can you at least learn to hate your friends?

In the age of networked everything, life moves sideways and covers lots of ground while barely touching the earth.