...we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.

A son is a promise that time makes to a man,the guarantee every father receives that whatever he holds dear will someday be considered foolish, and that person he loves best in the world will misunderstand him.

The strong take from the weak, but the smart take from the strong.

Adulthood it a glacier encroaching quietly on youth. When it arrives, the stamp of childhood suddenly freezes, capturing us for good in the image of our last act, the pose we struck when the ice of age set in.

Time is the guy at the amusement park who paints shirts with an airbrush. He sprays out the color in a fine mist until it's just lonely particles floating in the air, waiting to be plastered in place. And what comes of it all, the design on the shirt at the end of the day, usually isn't much to see. I suspect that whoever he is, wakes up in the morning and wonders what he ever saw in it.

The two hardest things to contemplate in life ... are failure and age; those are one and the same.

...we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.