Why would we write if we’d already heard what we wanted to hear? - James Richardson

If I do not waste time, I am wasting my time.

The viruses that co-opt the machinery of our cells; the stories we allow to enter and explain us.

Hasn’t there … been a little too much zeal in our reproof of children and friends for yielding to the temptations we ourselves find it most difficult to resist? We punish where we can least afford to sympathize. Of all the horrors of the daily news, it seems hardest to imagine the kind of cruelty that is intensified by the pain of its victims, but whenever we feel sympathy would weaken us, we are a little closer to the torturer.