The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss--you have gone and lost something else.

I wanted to be a veterinarian, but slipped up when I hit organic chemistry.

I could claim any number of high-flown reasons for writing, just as you can explain certain dogs behavior... But maybe, it’s that they’re dog, and that’s what dogs do.

consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.

The worst of it is over now, and I can't say that I am glad. Lose that sense of loss—you have gone and lost something else. But the body moves toward health. The mind, too, in steps. One step at a time. Ask a mother who has just lost a child, How many children do you have? "Four," she will say, "—three," and years later, "Three," she will say, "—four.

My job ... I do nothing, it pays nothing, but - you guessed it - it's better than nothing.

Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota. He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good?