Love...is the immovability of truth.

For a long time, I thought I would like to be a doctor. Such a good profession. So explicitly good. Never a waste of time.

I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it's hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus.

I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.

I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.

I wasn’t trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn’t matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.

I am sure people tell you this constantly but if you looked up 'incredibly beautiful' in the dictionary there would be a picture of you.