I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, 'cause I never been this far away from home before. But the I remember you're here, and now I'm not homesick no more.

'You must've been waiting for someone like me to come along, ' I said. I meant, because of the big bed. But Larry looked at me all funny and said, 'Yes, I think I was.'

There is something, like a feeling, that reminds me of happy days filled with exploration and imagination. Days where the rest of the world fell behind me and only left a friend.

As I usually do when I want to get rid of someone whose conversation bores me, I pretended to agree.

They shared an image of the American Christmas--riches, reconciliations, tears, snow, success, sentiment, furs and firs, the shop windows shining like Heaven and everything good for sale.

My mom used to tell me that the most valuable thing she owned was her library card. We were poor, but that's not what she was talking about. My mom knew that education opened doors and opened minds.

I hate bumper stickers, you can't sum anything up. All you do is paint yourself in some caricaturist corner.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial one in any love story.

Donald Trump is reinforcing harmful stereotypes and offering a dog whistle to his most hateful supporters. It's a disturbing preview of what kind of president he'd be.

Servility is disgusting to a truly noble character, and engenders only contempt.

Ever notice how 'What the hell' is always the right answer?