To know a man’s library is, in some measure, to know a man’s mind.
You go on. You set one foot in front of the other, and if a thin voice cries out, somewhere behind you, you pretend not to hear, and keep going.
A book is more than the sum of its materials. It is an artifact of the human mind and hand.
I took the T from Logan airport to Harvard Square. I hate driving in Boston. It’s the traffic that drives me spare, and the absolutely terrible manners of the motorists. Other New Englanders refer to Massachusetts drivers as “Massholes.
Life is better than death. I know this. Tequamuck says it is the coward’s talk. I say it is braver, sometimes, to bend.