Why fight the 'natural' (oh, weaselly word!) order of things? Why? Because of this--one fine day, a purely predatory world shall consume itself. In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for th...
What is it that ties shapes of land to the human heart, Mo?
What if trying to avoid the future is what triggers it all?
Was there anything under those lids? Remorse, resentment, even indifference? Or was there only nothing? Nothing often poses in men as wisdom.
War may be an auction for countries. For soldiers it's a lottery.
True, I only properly started talking with Todd half an hour ago, but every instance of undying love was only half an hour young, once upon a time.
Todas las fronteras son convenciones, hasta las nacionales. Y todas se pueden rebasar, pero primero hay que concebir esa posibilidad.
Time in the wood's older than time in clocks, and truer.
This druid feeling I get in the woods’s so thrilling it makes me want to crap, so I dug a hole with a flat stone inside a clump of mitten-leafed shrubs. I pulled down my cacks and squatted. It’s ace s...
There’s lying, says Mum, fishing out the envelope she wrote the directions on from her handbag, which is wrong, and there’s creating the right impression, which is necessary.
There no such thing as something! Why? Because everything's already turning into something else!
The world’s twenty-seven richest people own more wealth than the poorest five billion, and people accept that as normal.
The world won’t leave things be. It’s always injecting endings into beginnings. Leaves tweezer themselves from these weeping willows. Leaves fall into the lake and dissolve into slime. Where’s the sen...
The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.
The conflict between corporations and activists is that of narcolepsy versus remembrance. The corporations have money, power, and influence. Our sole weapon is public outrage. Outrage blocked the Yucc...
The brigadier I knew has left his bombed-out face, leaving me alone with the clock, shelves of handsome books nobody ever reads, and one certainty: that whatever I do with my life, however much power,...
The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting.
The Icon'ry, Aunt Bees said, held Valleysmen's past an' present all t'gether
That love loves fidelity, she riposted, is a myth woven by men from their insecurities.
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall again, Cortés'll lay Tenochtitlán to waste again, and later, Ewi...