Ultimately, your theme will find you. You don't have to go looking for it.

As I drift back into sleep, I can't help thinking that it's a wonderful thing to be right about the world. To weigh the evidence, always incomplete, and correctly intuit the whole, to see the world in a grain of sand, to recognize its beauty, its simplicity, its truth. It's as close as we get to God in this life, and reside in the glow of such brief flashes of understanding, fully awake, sometimes for two or three seconds, at peace with our existence. And then back to sleep we go.

Not everyone writes well from a child's point of view.

Sleep is over-rated. Have you ever noticed how it's always recommended to people anybody with half a brain can see need to wake up?

Worse, I have to admit to feeling the jealousy of one crab for another that has managed to climb out of the barrel.

Odd that the future should be so difficult to bring into focus when the past, uninvited, offered itself up so easily for inspection.

I'll tell you one thing, though. It's a terrible thing to be a disappointment to a good woman.