take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

Our disappointment sits between us.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.