Children can be your heartache. But that doesn't matter, you have to go on and have them . . . it works out.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.

Terms like that, 'Humane Society,' are devised with people like me in mind, who don't care to dwell on what happens to the innocent.

Downstream is always someone else's up.

It's a funny thing: people often ask how I discipline myself to write. I can't begin to understand the question. For me, the discipline is turning off the computer and leaving my desk to do something else.

Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.

Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?