He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

Sometimes thinking back on things is a mistake arising out of pride, but I guess you live inside a moment for years, move with it and feel it grow, and it sends out roots until it touches everything in sight.

Whenever summer rolls around I begin to realize that I'm a complete and utter book snob. In relation to reading, I have absolutely no guilty pleasures at all. No graphic novels. No murder mysteries. My summer read is really no different from my winter read. I know many bookshops and magazines would have me believe that our summer forays are different, but literature is literature, and unfortunately snobbery is snobbery.

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.

There is always room for at least two truths.

I write articles, and I do profiles of members of organizations and associations.