I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.
I write to make sense of my life. " -John Cheever, quoted in _Cheever - A Life_ (2009) by Blake Bailey
How can we describe the most exalted experience of our physical lives [sex], as if-jack, wrench, hubcap, and nuts-we were describing the changing of a flat tire?
Children drown, beautiful women are mangled in automobile accidents, cruise ships founder, and men die lingering deaths in mines and submarines, but you will find none of this in my accounts.
It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights and signs of love and friendship.
The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafness, near-sightedness, lameness, and involuntary cruelty. We seem tragically unable to help one another, to understand one another.
That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.
It was a counter-attack and I had to take him down. I don't regret it and I would do it again if I had to.
Criticism is a study by which men grow important and formidable at very small expense. He whom nature has made weak, and idleness keeps ignorant, may yet support his vanity by the name of a critic.
Anything that we can do to improve the lives of elderly people is welcome so far as I am concerned.
If churches want to play the game of politics, let them pay admission like everyone else.