I just wondered what a thing it would be…if overnight everything you owe anything to, justice, or love, had really gone away. Free.It would be…heartless terror. Yes. Terrible, and…Very great. To shed your skin, every...

The smallest indivisible human unit is two people, not one; one is a fiction. From such nets of souls societies, the social world, human life springs.

…if a thing can be said to be, to exist, then such is the nature of these expansive times that this thing which is must suffer to be touched. Ours is a time of connection;...

YOU HAVE TO ASK HARD QUESTIONS.

I had a book of Bible stories when I was a kid. There was a picture I’d look at twenty times every day: Jacob wrestles with the angel. I don’t really remember the story, or...

That it should be the questions and shape of a life, its total complexity gathered, arranged, and considered, which matters in the end, not some stamp of salvation or damnation that disperses all the complexity...

Belize: Hell or heaven? [Roy indicates “Heaven” through a glance]Belize: Like San Francisco.Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried… it’d be a garden. I hate that shit.Belize: Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but...

I never really feel that I’m stuck. I actually think that people are never stuck, there’s no such thing as writers block, I think that theres terror that can silence you. But if you can...

The body is the garden of the soul.

You have a good heart and you think the good thing is to be guilty and kind but it’s not always kind to be gentle and soft, there’s a genuine violence softness and kindness visit...

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it’s like a nail, like a hot...

Harper: In your experience of the world. How do people change?Mormon Mother: Well it has something to do with God so it’s not very nice.God splits the skin with a jagged thumbnail from throat to...

Roy: The immutable heart of what we are that bleeds through whatever we might become. All else is vanity.

Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm...

Harper: You, the one part ofthe real world I wasn’t allergic to.