Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.

...surely I could give him--a sort of contentment... That isn't enough to give. Not for the giver.

Ham with mustard is a meal of glory

I could hear rain still pouring from the gutters and a thin branch scraping against one of the windows; but the church seemed completely cut off from the restless day outside--just as I felt cut off from the church. I thought: I am a restlessness inside a stillness inside a restlessness.

Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.

It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.

Many dogs can understand almost every word humans say, while humans seldom learn to recognize more than half a dozen barks, if that. And barks are only a small part of the dog language. A wagging tail can mean so many things. Humans know that it means a dog is pleased, but not what a dog is saying about his pleasedness.