How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

I can't think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.

My mother had always told her kids: if you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.

Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.