There is more to life than just existing and having a pleasant time.
Slum kids die slowly, their lives eroded at so languid a pace that even they would have trouble tracing the disintegration. To the children of war death explodes like a car bomb.
Come September, children return to school, grownups to work, and the brain to the head.
My guess [is]. . . that the great majority of Americans are saying they favor gun control when they really mean gun banishment. . . . I think the country has long been ready to restrict the use of guns, except for hunting rifles and shotguns, and now I think we're prepared to get rid of the damned things entirely - the handguns, the semis and the automatics.
A library should be like a pair of open arms.
When you have the goods, you don't need to dress up what you're writing.
If you need three adjectives to describe something, then you've probably chosen the wrong something.
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on the edge. We all are on the brink, and it takes a lot of nerve, a lot of energy, to teeter on the edge, looking over, looking down into the windy blackness and not being quite able to make out, through the yellow, stinking mist, just what lies below in the slime, in the oozing, vomit-streaked slime; and so I could go on, my thoughts, writing much, trying to find the core, the meaning for myself.
Clearly, politics is a team sport. Trump is not so much of a team player.
I stay up nights and fiddle with my opera designs. It's a bit obsessive. That's why I can't do it all the time.
Why is non-commercial public expression considered criminal?