There's So Much Visible Stuff

Mr. Trump Doesn't Radiate Many Of The Qualities I Respect. But What Do I Know? I've Never Met Trump. I Know He's Savvy Enough To Change His Tune According To His Audience And I Don't Know Very Much At All About How Government Works.

Writing Should ... Be As Spontaneous And Urgent As A Letter To A Lover, Or A Message To A Friend Who Has Just Lost A Parent ... And Writing Is, In The End, That Oddest Of Anomalies: An Intimate Letter To A Stranger

I Loved The Quiet Places In Kyoto, The Places That Held The World Within A Windless Moment. Inside The Temples, Nature Held Her Breath. All Longing Was Put To Sleep In The Stillness, And All Was Distilled Into A Clean Simplicity. The Smell Of Woodsmoke, The Drift Of Incense; A Procession Of Monks In Black-and-gold Robes, One Of Them Giggling In A Voice Yet Unbroken; A Touch Of Autumn In The Air, A Sense Of Gathering Rain.

If You'd Asked Me Some Years Ago, I Would Have Said [dalai Lama] Is An Extraordinarily Compassionate, Clear-sighted, Calm Human Being. But Now, I'm More Convinced Than Ever That His Political Positions As Well As His Spiritual Positions Arise Out Of Such Precise And Realistic Thinking That They're Extremely Sound.

Travel Is Not Really About Leaving Our Homes, But Leaving Our Habits.