But who are we, where do we come fromWhen all those yearsNothing but idle talk is leftAnd we are nowhere in the world?"= MEETING =

We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.

What are you doing here?”All right, he was standing in front of an easel, holding a paint palette and brush. “Taxidermy?” he responded with just a touch of his own sarcasm.

I would have girls regard themselves not as adjectives but as nouns.

Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met, ” he added. “Another red-letter day in history.

A harsh reality of newspaper editing is that the deadlines don't allow for the polish that you expect in books or even magazines

Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.

Your intention for a book is never the same as the reception.

Crazy old people are our entire source of polling information.

It's an unnecessary burden to try to think of words and also worry at the same time whether they're the right words.

All faith is false, all faith is true. Truth is the shattered mirror strown in myriad bits, while each believes his little bit the whole to own.