I always work in a room where there's no Internet to keep from being distracted so easily.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

Pregnancy humbles husbands. After an initial rush of male pride they quickly recognise the minor role that nature had assigned them in the drama of reproduction.

To be inclusive you must accommodate different levels of sophistication.

The seeds of death get lost in the mess that God made us.

No matter how long your've been at it, you always start from scratch.