Your kids inevitably want to move where they had their vacations when they were younger.

Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice.

I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.

No one else can hold your hand or take this voyage of the soul for you.

The reason to moderate is to avoid having to quit.

Everybody has a gun in their car in Detroit.

When we were children we were errant enough to wish to be birds for the day but there's nothing easier to lose than playfulness.