On The Very Same Day

When We Stopped To Rest And Tony Tried To Figure Out What Was Wrong With His Compass, I Asked Him What He Thought It Was About Orchids That Seduced Humans So Completely That They Were Compelled To Steal Them And Worship Them And Try To Breed New And Specific Kinds Of Them And Then Be Willing To Wait For Nearly A Decade For One Of Them To Flower.

Sense Of Smell, Of Course, Is Only One Of Those Dog Qualities That Can't Be Replicated Or Improved Upon. I've Been Researching Dogs In Warfare For My Book About 'rin Tin Tin,' And I've Read Many Accounts Of Their Heroics: Carrying Messages Through Battle, Alerting Troops To Enemy Planes, And Even Parachuting Behind Enemy Lines.

I Love Tearing Things Out Of The Ground. I Love Digging And Discarding. I Love Pruning. In Fact, I Love Pruning So Much That I Once Gave Myself Carpal-tunnel Syndrome Because I Attacked A Trumpet Vine With So Much Dedication.

I'm Much More Willing To Buy A Novel Electronically By Someone I Don't Know. Because If Halfway Through I Think, I Don't Really Like This, I Can Just Stop. I Can't Throw Books Out, Even If I Think They're Crummy. I Feel Like I've Got To Give It To The Library. I've Got To Loan It To Somebody, Or I Keep It On My Shelf. It's Like A Plant.

Election Day Outside Of Big Cities Is Different. For One Thing, There Are So Few People In My Town That Each Individual Vote Really Does Matter, And Several Local Races Have Been Decided By As Many Votes As You Can Count On One Hand.