I sat down in the sand, breathless with shame and failure. God, I thought, some defender of the weak. Some freedom fighter: Joan of Arc in sunscreen.

“It is hard to remember that you are a cherished spiritual being when you're bur…”

“I took notes on the people around me, in my town, in my family, in my memory. I…”

“We are a species that needs and wants to understand who we are. Sheep lice do n…”

“Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what…”