Glimmer Train stories, well—they told a story. It was a place, cornball as it might sound, to explore the human heart.

All first-person narrators are unreliable. This is less a structural feature of storytelling and more a structural feature of the human condition.

The frequency, specificity, consistency, and overarching structure in Eucalyptus and The Overstory transcend typical well-considered similes of other works.

My garden had also been a way to make some order from chaos, find some grace through growth and change, and create an enthusiasm of my own.

There's something countercultural in reinvesting the sunset with its significance—in seeing it as that portal which shepherds us into the province of night.

I was already seven weeks. If the story were fiction, I would dismiss the ending as unrealistic. A deus ex machina. Contrived, overly convenient.