Brooklyn was like Philadelphia made better by its proximity to Manhattan.

The world was ending then, it's ending still, and I'm happy to belong to it again.

But the first lesson reading teaches is how to be alone.

But nothing disturbs the feeling of specialness like the presence of other human beings feeling identically special.

If multiculturalism succeeds in making us a nation of independently empowered tribes, each tribe will be deprived of the comfort of victimhood and be forced to confront human limitation for what it is: a fixture of life.

For every reader who dies today, a viewer is born, and we seem to be witnessing . . . the final tipping balance.

His tiredness hurt so much it kept him awake.