Familiarity breeds content.
It’s an odd kind of feeling because it sort of reminds me of being five again. When you’re a five-year-old, you don’t pay any attention to what anyone thinks of you. You just sort of are in your skin.
Guilt is what separates humans from animals.
For most of my life the only ceremonies I’ve been to at which women were the stars were weddings. So I like weddings.
Adolescence is a tough time for parent and child alike. It is a time between: between childhood and maturity, between parental protection and personal responsibility, between life stage- managed by grown-ups and life privately held.
Look at the view and you’ll never be disappointed.
Amid attempts to protect elephants from ivory poachers and dolphins from tuna nets, the rights of children go remarkably unremarked.
Like cellulite creams or hair-loss tonics, capital punishment is one of those panaceas that isn’t. Only it costs a whole lot more.
The misdeeds of ordinary men can be buried with them, and their lives described in half-truths that are really half-lies. But not a public man. Particularly not this one.
I know the difference now between dedication and infatuation. That doesn’t mean I don’t still get an enormous kick out of infatuation;: the exciting ephemera, the punch in the stomach, the adrenaline to the heart.
In a democratic society, the only treason is silence.
By the time you kill and mount what you catch, it has lost that very thing that made it worth having. I knew this only as a vague sense of disappointment at age 10; not until later did I recognize it as a metaphor for much of life.
Loss as muse. Loss as character. Loss as life.
Choose the kids. There will be plenty of time later to choose work.
The gender gap looks at this point like it’s going to favor the president, particularly among white suburban women. I certainly think it’s going to be an issue. But I think the single most important thing in this election will be turnout.
It would take a helluva man to replace no man at all.
In life, the classroom is everywhere. The exam comes at the very end.
It is so easy to exist instead of live.
I did not read from a sense of superiority, or advancement, or even learning. I read because I loved it more than any other activity on earth.
Well, we tell our kids things like ‘don’t gossip’ and then an hour later they hear us on the phone. Stuff like that.