A quick way to improve food-related fuel economy would be to buy a quart of motor oil and drink it.
My morning begins with trying not to get up before the sun rises. But when I do, it's because my head is too full of words, and I just need to get to my desk and start dumping them into a file. I alwa...
People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.
A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen. and, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tre...
Tig was a unique element with all valences open.
The tunnel of winter had settled over our lives, ushered in by that great official Hoodwink, the end of daylight saving time. Personally I would vote for one more hour of light on winter evenings inst...
That means you're my kid, I explained, and I'm your mother, and nobody can say it isn't so.
Some people say religion is finding yourself, and some people say it’s losing yourself in a crowd.
She wondered if humiliation ever ran its natural course and peeled off, like a sunburn, or just kept blazing.
She never wore a watch, and for this she didn't need one.
Sex will get you through times with no money better than money will get you through times with no sex.
Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.
It is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.
I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?
Even the vendors sitting on stools around the periphery work steadily at connection, nodding at potential buyers, like a sewing machine prodding its needle into the cloth.
Whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. And peace will be with you.
When someone mattered like that, you didn’t lose her at death. You lost her as you kept living.
What is new is that we know so very much about the world, or at least the part of it that is most picturesquely exploding on any given day, that we're left with a desperate sense that all of it is exp...