In these last few days, we were close because we were both mortal men. We saw the same sun and the same twilight, we felt the same pull of the earth beneath our feet. We drank together and broke bread together. We might have made love together, if you had only allowed such a thing. But that’s all changed. You have your youth, yes, and all the dizzying wonder that accompanies the miracle. But I still see death when I look at you. I know now I cannot be your companion, and you cannot be mine

The worst takes its time to come, and then to pass.

There are so many books I mean to read, and things I mean to see.

A story of remarkable simplicity and charm. A young swimmer invites us into sea off the coast of California where through her eyes we see an entire realm of creatures we have never known so intimately before. Truly for people of all ages, Lynne Cox's adventure with the baby whale, Grayson, becomes a parable and an experience, thanks not only to the author's great and generous spirit, but through her immense gift for describing nature.

And books, they offer one hope -- that a whole universe might open up from between the covers, and falling into that universe, one is saved.

Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!

I know nothing, because I know too much, and understand not nearly enough and never will.