Love isn’t a thing, after all, but an endless series of single acts.

What I know is, you have chance in life--of surviving it--if you tolerate loss well; manage not to be a cynic through it all; to subordinate, as Ruskin implied, to keep proportion, to connect the unequal things into a whole that preserves the good, even if admittedly good is often not simple to find.

If you lose all hope, you can always find it again.

Things you did. Things you never did. Things you dreamed. After a long time they run together.

There are more people in America that love guns and want guns for themselves and everyone else than there are not. It is also true that liberals who don't want guns are puny by and large. They're not risking anything, all they're doing is saying they don't like something. Liberals are quick to say this should happen and this should not happen, but they don't do anything about it much.

The pace of life feels morally dangerous to me.

At heart, of course, a story itself is consolation's instrument.