Akin to the idea that time is money is the concept, less spoken but as commonly assumed, that we may be adequately represented by money. The giving of money has thus become our characteristic virtue. But to give is not to do. The money is given in lieu of action, thought, care, time.

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.

The earth is what we all have in common.

Not just self-restraint, that old killjoy, but communal restraint.

I lack the peace of simple things. I am never wholly in place. I find no peace or grace. We sell the world to buy fire, our way lighted by burning men.

The ability to speak exactly is intimately related to the ability to know exactly.

Having hope is hard; harder when you get older.