My mother, at least twice, cancelled our family's subscription to the newspaper I was working on, because she was so mad about its treatment of my father.

What is it that binds us to this place as to no other? It is not the well, or the bell, or the stone walls, or the crisp October nights or the memory of dogwoods blooming. Our loyalty is not only to William Richardson Davie though we are proud of what he did 200 years ago today. Nor even to Dean Smith, though we are proud of what he did last March. No, our love for this place is based on the fact that it is as it was meant to be, the University of the people.

Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel across the country from coast to coast without seeing anything.

It takes an earthquake to remind us that we walk on the crust of an unfinished planet.

You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.

I don't think one should ever come to my stage of life and have to look back and say, Gosh. I wish I hadn't spent all those years doing that job I was never really interested in.

It's best to leap into something you know you love. You might change your mind later, but that is the privilege of youth.