She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That's life. It hurts, it's dirty, and it feels very, very good.

He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.

It's the middle class that feels the luxury of being able to have causes.

Personal humiliation was painful. Humiliation of one's family was much worse. Humiliation of one's social status was agony to bear. But humiliation of one's nation was the most excruciating of human miseries.

If you read to your kids you'll make readers out of them, partly because they'll associate reading with good parent time.

The nations that offer to arbitrate are the ones that think they should rule the world.

A broken clock is right two times a day.