Arizona, our beautiful state, was built on mining.
The longer an event is anticipated-a milestone birthday, an eclipse, a new millennium-the more likely it is to be an anti-climax.
I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through.
Ninety-five percent of all statistics, including this one, are bogus.
I cannot bring myself to vote for a woman who has been voice-trained to speak to me as though my dog has just died.
Life is a campus: in a Greenwich Village bookstore, looking for a New Yorker collection, I asked of an earnest-looking assistant where I might find the humour section. Peering over her granny glasses, she enquired, "Humour studies would that be, sir?
Lying in bed, I abandoned the facts again and was back in Ambrosia.
In a great number of the cosmogonic myths the world is said to have developed from a great water, which was the prime matter. In many cases, as for instance in an Indian myth, this prime matter is indicated as a solution, out of which the solid earth crystallized out.
The endgame is an arena in which miraculous escapes are not uncommon.
I see a good marriage as being like two tall trees growing beside each other, each nourishing the grace of the other.
Our justification hinges on a risen life, present in us now because Christ is present with us now.