His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.
It was lovely when you found students who responded to things you were enthusiastic about.
In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.
Who knows what oversensitive is, considering all there is to be sensitive to.
My father represented authority, which meant—to me—that he could not also represent understanding.
The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice.