How are the eyes?' 'Oh, excellent,' he said. 'I mean, they're not in my head is the only problem.

I’ll give you my strength if I can have your remission.

Because everybody who has ever lost their way in life has felt the nagging insistence of that question. At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze, and I dont want us to forget Alaska, and I don't want to forget that even when the material we study seems boring, we're trying to und3erstand how people answered that question and the question each of you posed in your papers--how different traditions have come to terms with what Chip, in his final, called 'people's rotten lots in life.

Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who wanna tell you a story but don't wanna make eye contact while telling it

This was what I liked most about my friends: just sitting around & telling stories.

We are now as I wished we could be then.

He'd fought hard, Lida told me, as if there was another way to fight.