He said he preferred to feel the earth sing through his feet, and that shoes stopped you from hearing the song of the earth.

I know we’re not saints or virgins or lunatics; we know all the lust and lavatory jokes, and most of the dirty people; we can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads...

We can choose not to remember this day, but bones have strong memories. And earth never forgets.

Oftentimes I felt ridiculous giving my seal of approval to what was in reality such a natural thing to do, sort of like reinventing the wheel and extolling its virtues. Had parents’ intuition sunk so...