Eventually the person who tries to fix the problem will be blamed for causing it.

Often, what seems an impossible climb is just a staircase without the steps drawn in.

If I were Opportunity, I wouldn't just knock, you'd have to sign.

Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.

If we would listen to our kids, we'd discover that they are largely self-explanatory.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.