It's not tipping I believe in. It's overtipping.

Or is it that I think too much?

You want to know how I think art should be taught to children? Take them to a museum and say, 'This is art, and you can't do it.

She looked down again and I was stymied. I sat. Oh, this was enough to make me love her, because I was right with her, understanding every second and longing to step in. I didn’t even need to know the specific that was troubling her, because to me her halting voice easily stood for the general woe that hangs in the air, even on life’s happiest days.

...the divided world of Aspen, where locals with a sense of entitlement were pitted against developers with a sense of condominiums.

The course was more plodding than heroic: I did not strive valiantly against doubters but took incremental steps studded with a few intuitive leaps.

I thought yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life but it turns out today is.