How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

Wickedness was like food: once you got started it was hard to stop; the gut expanded to take in more and more.

The inner spaces that a good story lets us enter are the old apartments of religion.

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

The Founding Fathers in their wisdom decided that children were an unnatural strain on parents. So they provided jails called schools, equipped with tortures called an education.

One of the cool, chaste countries - Canada or Sweden.

Adversity in immunological doses has its uses; more than that crushes.