Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.

Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

Everything in moderation. And that includes a couple of beers a day.

The terror, which would not end for another 28 years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.

The quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.