No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story.

A person could spend most of a lifetime in retrospective terror, thinking of all the things one nearly didn't do.

Sugar, it's no parade but you'll get down the street one way or another, so you'd just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.

Misunderstanding is my cornerstone. It's everyone's, come to think of it. Illusions mistaken for truth are the pavement under our feet.

No reporter worth his buttons will let the facts intrude on a good story.

Many of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.

Your own family resemblances are a frustrating code, most easily read by those who know you least.