Mark Zuckerberg needs no introduction these days, what with all the magazine covers and morning news shows. My mother knows who he is now, and my mother can hardly turn on a computer.
When well told, a story captured the subtle movement of change. If a novel was a map of a country, a story was the bright silver pin that marked the crossroads.
Oh, many a shaft at random sent Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word at random spoken May soothe, or wound, a heart that's broken!
I see no marks of Wordsworths style of writing or style of thinking in my own work, yet Wordsworth is a constant presence when I write about human beings and their relations to the natural world.
The words ran away with me.
No one escapes from life alive.
Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?
Civilization is a product of the cerebral cortex.
drenching his shirt with saltwater
It's a curious, wanting thing.
Past glories are poor feeding.
Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.
... and then I jumped out the window
In my family strange is relative.
Prohibition is the trigger of crime.
And the tree was happy
Is the music broke, Mommy?
No busques valores absolutos en el mundo relativo de la naturaleza
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
An earthquake is such fun when it is over.
Mmm. O positive, my favorite.
