Mark Slouka, Essays From The Nick Of Time: Reflections And Refutations Quotes

I was raised to be ashamed of my ignorance, and to try to do something about it if at all possible.

I suspect that on some level, life is a matter of indefensible loyalties.

Generally speaking, writers who have been at it for a while, and who are any good at it, suffer from an acute kind of self-knowledge. The unexamined life is not a risk for them.

We're angry about this, upset about that, but who has the time to do anything anymore? There are those reports to report on, memos to remember, e-mails to deflect or delete. They bury us like snow.