If it is conditional, it is not love
For most of my life, I have wanted broad impact but now, at 72, I'm not so sure that's always my first priority.
The prospect of a long day at the beach makes me panic. There is no harder work I can think of than taking myself off to somewhere pleasant, where I am forced to stay for hours and 'have fun'.
Most good essays are conversations with yourself - not just your decided thoughts but your dilemmas.
Doubt is my boon companion, the faithful St. Bernard ever at my side. Whether writing essays or just going about daily life, I am constantly second-guessing myself. My mind is filled with 'yes, buts,' 'so whats?' and other skeptical rejoinders. I am forever monitoring myself for traces of folly, insensitivity, arrogance, false humility, cruelty, stupidity, immaturity and, guess what, I keep finding examples. Age has not made me wiser, except maybe in retrospect.
The essay must be artistically rendered: You must keep the reader engaged, whether with wit, conflict, mischief, andor yes, with honesty.
In new work, we need to see the shadow, however faint, of previous literary effort.
Lessons often come dressed up as detours and roadblocks
I am thankful that in a troubled world no calamity can prevent the return of spring.
Looking to any angry, anxious, or otherwise stressed emotional state to help you sort out the pain you're in is like trying to organize your monthly bills by throwing them into a blender
I have been waiting to win a world championship since 1985. I've had three cracks at a world title - in karting, I finished third at Le Mans; that hurt because it was very close, but then in Formula One there wasn't really an opportunity to finally crack it, so it's third time lucky.