Every corny thing that's said about living with nature - being in harmony with the earth, feeling the cycle of the seasons - happens to be true.

Why, I wonder, should the popularity of a news story matter to me? Does it mean it's a good story or just a seductive one?

I wish I had coined the phrase 'tyranny of choice,' but someone beat me to it. The counterintuitive truth is that have an abundance of options does not make you feel privileged and indulged; too many options make you feel like all of them are wrong, and that you are wrong if you choose any of them.

I've loved some gadgets that were not worthy, and I've loved gadgets that I would have loved more if I had waited for their developers to figure out how to really make them work, but I loved them anyway.

The genius of a folk melody or story is not the feeling that it's original but quite the opposite - the feeling that it has existed all along.

A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.

I feel somewhat responsible for the Borders Books bankruptcy.