He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

I feel like a carton of eggs holding up an elephant.

When a glass sits on a table here, people don't wonder if it's half filled or half empty. They just hope it's good beer.

He made me realize that hard work--that the act of finishing, of completing, of accomplishing a task--is joyous

The problem for me with liberals is that we've abdicated our moral responsibility to the universe.

The dream he needed most was the dream that frightened him more.

I didn't know what to say to her. What do you say to people when they ask how it feels to lose everything? When every planet in your solar system has exploded?