Its strangeness is, we might say, due to its very reality, to the very fact that there is existence. The questioning of Being is an experience of Being in its strangeness

...we are a narrative, storytelling species. Revealing our own histories, and understanding those of others can really help us appreciate the humanity in all of our fellow individuals.

I still think that, in a way, I can't get past half my childhood dogmas.

With the right tools, you can write anything ...

We can only go to the limits of ourselves. Anything more and we give too much away. Then we're not good for anyone.

My mother is the kind of woman you don't want to be in line behind at the supermarket. She has coupons for coupons.

I've observed a few things about the few really great people I've had a chance to meet and cover...They need to be around people. You and I require sleep. They require people.

The world will soon start to run out of conventionally produced, cheap oil…. We [will] start to run out of all fossil fuels by the end of this century.

[9/11] was bloody-minded destruction for no other reason than to do it.

No, I have no desire for riches. Honest poverty and a conscience, torpid through virtuous inaction, are more to me than corner lots and praise.

A good teammate will correct somebody when they're doing something wrong. A friend might not say anything, a good teammate does.