The life you have led doesn't need to be the only life you have.

Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the backyard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness because if you do you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

It is so easy to exist instead of live.

If God had meant Harvard professors to appear in People magazine, She wouldn't have invented The New York Review of Books.

Testosterone does not have to be toxic.

Books are the plane, and the train, and the road. They are the destination, and the journey. They are home.

It makes me angry to think that . . . female sanitation workers will spend their days doing a job most of their co-workers think they can't handle, and then they will go home and do another job most of their co-workers don't want.