Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.

Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.

Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.

You can’t kill history. You can’t shoot it with a bullet and watch it recede into whatever lies outside of memory. History is tougher than that—if it’s going to die, it has to die on its own

Fresh peach pie can lift a bullying reprobate into apologetic courtesy; I have watched it happen.