I love Thanksgiving because it's a holiday that is centered around food and family, two things that are of utmost importance to me.
We spend our time responding rationally to a world which we understand and recognize, but which no longer exists.
In the 21st century, somebody or something has changed the rules about how our world works.
If you haven't understood the world you're living in, it's impossible to think that the solution you're coming up with fits.
We are also rather concerned about our moorhen who went mad while we were in Italy and began to build a nest in a tree. . . . she walks about in the tree, looking as uneasy yet persevering as a district visitor in a brothel.
I've got these five-pound weights and a treadmill in the living room. I work out the other parts that have affected my voice: my diaphragm - doctors took mine out in surgery - and my lungs. I've got to build back my legs, too, so I can run across that stage. I've got a lot to do, but I'm going to get out, sing songs and tell the stories.
The ability of discerning high quality unavoidably implies the ability of identifying shortcomings.
We're making more and more decisions every day. I think a lot of us feel overloaded by the process.