The last sentence in a piece is another adventure. It should open the piece up.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

...Go somewhere else. Somewhere safer.” Anywhere else. God, please. Or he was likely to do something horribly awful, like surrender his sanity and kiss her.

And there hasn't been much progress in Darwinism since [the life of Darwin].

I start sweating and shaking and having panic attacks if I am not at home.

If we have understanding, we can oversee the resources God entrusted to our care. And the wiser we are, the more effective we will be as stewards.

The question is whether NGOs that bring protection or aid or reparation therapies are furthering the possibility of self-determination or extending a form of managerial power and paternalism.

When you get old, everything is hurting. When I get up in the morning, it sounds like I'm making popcorn.

When you look directly at an insane man all you see is a reflection of your own knowledge that he's insane, which is not to see him at all.

Everyone has something unique about them.

I will not descend among professors and capitalists.