How can the planet keep turning and turning and not get so bored it explodes?

The golf swing is like a suitcase into which we are trying to pack one too many things.

Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.

All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.

I remember one English teacher in the eighth grade, Florence Schrack, whose husband also taught at the high school. I thought what she said made sense, and she parsed sentences on the blackboard and gave me, I'd like to think, some sense of English grammar and that there is a grammar, that those commas serve a purpose and that a sentence has a logic, that you can break it down. I've tried not to forget those lessons, and to treat the English language with respect as a kind of intricate tool.

Let us not mock God with metaphor, Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the Faded credulity of earlier ages: Let us walk through the door.

Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.