Dare we linger, dare we skate? Dare we laugh or celebrate, knowing we may strain the ice? Preserve the ice at any price?

I am basically a pretty good autodidact. I can teach myself things.

Out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned, shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.

I think it's perfectly just to refuse service to anyone based on behavior, but not based on race or religion.

here in the summer desert, winter found my blood

There's still a fascination with somebody who can write at book length, no matter what the book is.

Sometimes it seemed that the human heart, this side of Eden, feared life more than death, light more than darkness, freedom more than surrender.