I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.

Who would you die for? Who would you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don't even know why he needs you?

Ben Starling, you better not have bought your token black friend a racist shirt

I've gotten thrown out of thirty-seven straight games,' he said. 'Once or twice, I've had to go really crazy. I ran onto the court with eleven seconds left once and stole the ball from the other team. It wasn't pretty. But, you know. I have a streak to maintain.

Thank you for explaining that my eye cancer isn't going to make me deaf. I feel so fortunate that an intellectual giant like yourself would deign to operate on me.

We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.

She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.