It offended his sense of himself, because he was an individual from an age of individuals, and a string of lights was, like him, an individual thing. No matter how little the thing had cost, to throw it away was to deny its value.

Interesting verbs are seldom very interesting.

If you want to have friends, you have to remember that nobody's perfect.

Good novels are produced by people who voluntarily isolate themselves and go deep, and report from the depths on what they find.

The reader is a friend, not an adversary, not a spectator.

But as far as being popular, yeah, I think Dave Barry is really funny.

He couldn't figure out if she was immensely well adjusted or seriously messed up.