Some pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter: But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!

I suppose the pursuit of fashion has always carried a price, monetary or otherwise.

You never stop being a parent, Adam, no matter how old or wise your child becomes you'll see.

I loved Molly. Or at least I told myself I did. Or, if what I felt for her was not love, it was at least a plausible imitation, a convincing substitute.

Some things are taken away from you, some you leave behind and some you carry with you, world without end.

I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.

The attacking piece displaces its victim. The vanquished piece leaves the plane of the board entirely. But it does not, in a higher sense, cease to exist.