I'm a much better writer for being a father.
Life is extremely short and you cannot dance to current affairs.
That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.
And thus love makes fools of us all.
They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.
I think bravery means a different thing to everyone.