If a book I've committed myself to review turns out to be 'disappointing' I make an effort to present it objectively to the reader, including a good number of excerpts from the text, so that the reader might form his or her own opinion independent of my own.

Her visits to her former hometown were infrequent and often painful. Pilgrimages fueled by the tepid oxygen of family duty, unease, guilt. The more Esther loved her parents, the more helpless she felt, as they aged, to protect them from harm. A moral coward, she kept her distance.

The third man in the ring makes boxing possible.

On the elusive gift of blending austerity of craft with elasticity of allure.

Art is about freedom of expression, and should not be molded to fit any propaganda or lofty ideal.

A daydreamer is prepared for most things.

Much in our lives is chance.