Occupation: Writer Birth: August 24, 1948
We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousan….
Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublishe….
It's through the small things that we develop our moral imagination, so that we can understand the sufferings of others..
I see no point in being despondent. We might as well enjoy ourselves during our brief tenure of this life..