What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell.

I am not a particularly natural writer. I am not a person who can write in paragraphs the way some writers do. For me, it's sentence by sentence, sometimes word-by-word. And I revise constantly. It's a very laborious process, but I love doing it.

How true is that necessity is the mother of invention, how very true.

You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.

Was it the forgetfulness of old age or personal incapacity that made the man able to say please but not thank you?

Christianity stretches back through the ages, but in essence it exists only at one time: right now.

It was a huge zoo, spread over numberless acres, big enough to require a train to explore it, though it seemed to get smaler as I grew older, train included. Now it's so small it fits in my head.