When it seems you have nothing at all to live for, death is not especially frightening.

My grandparents, like many genocide survivors, took most of their stories to their graves.

Lie. Put down on paper the most interesting lies you can imagine. . .and then make them plausible.

He defined himself almost wholly in the negative: It was not who he was, it was who he was not.

And though some days it is very hard, I try not to live for the future. And I try not to dream of the past.

My wife and I would be very comfortable having a baby at home, or using one of the terrific nurse-midwives at the hospital.

Life is filled with small moments that seem prosaic until one has the distance to look back and see the chain of large moments they unleashed.