I'm one of those people who happen to like trees. I don't know why - I just do. As a kid, I loved to climb them. The distant, upper branches, especially, were celestial and alluring.

Words are charms. It's like a song you didn't even know you knew.

You know, I like to climb trees and ride bikes and play.

People who are truly horrible are often the most interesting people in the room. You look at them and just say, 'Why?'

Human connection is the way things work. It's like a patronage system. You know somebody, and he knows somebody, and he knows somebody, and he knows the district governor, and it's okay.

Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?