All of life like a series of tableaux, and in the living we missed so much, hid so much, left so much undone and unsaid.

All of us want to do well. But if we do not do good, too, then doing well will never be enough.

It is so easy to waste our lives: Our days, our hours, our minutes ... it is so easy to exist instead of live.

Reporters are not paid to operate in retrospect. Because when news begins to solidify into current events and finally harden intohistory, it is the stories we didn't write, the questions we didn't ask that prove far, far more damaging than the ones we did.

There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever.

It is so easy to exist instead of live.

Familiarity breeds content.