Nature full strength is more than we can take, Adam One used to say. It's a potent hallucinogen, a soporific, for the untrained Soul. We're no longer at home in it. We need to dilute it. We can't drin...
Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
We'll choose knowledge no matter what, we'll maim ourselves in the process, we'll stick our hands into the flames for it if necessary. Curiosity is not our only motive; love or grief or despair or hat...
I beliebe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.
The internet is 95 percent porn and spam
There was old sex in the room and loneliness, and expectation, of something without a shape or name. I remember that yearning, and was never the same as the hands that were on us there and then, in th...
The Loneliness of the Military HistorianConfess: it's my professionthat alarms you.This is why few people ask me to dinner,though Lord knows I don't go out of my way to be scary.I wear dresses of sens...
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning;
Every Canadian has a complicated relationship with the United States, whereas Americans think of Canada as the place where the weather comes from.
Gardening is not a rational act.
What were prizes but one more level of control imposed on Art by the establishment?
Lose your temper and you lose the fight.
If the stock market exists, so must previous lives.
To have them putting him on, trying him on, trying him out while he himself puts them on like a sock over a foot onto the stub of himself--his extra sensitive thumb, his tentacle, his delicate, stalke...
We were revisionists; what we revised was ourselves.
Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.
The possibility of injury or death was a strong attraction: as the online world became more and more pre-edited and slicked up, and as even its so-called reality sites raised questions about authentic...
The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
We yearned for the future. How did we learn it, that talent for insatiability?
There's more than one way to skin a cat, my father used to say; it bothered me, I didn't see why they would want to skin a cat even one way.