I'm in a win-win playoff. " Response of a Christian dying of cancer at thirty on the prospect of miraculous healing.
Proximity to power has an unsurprising ability to mutate a politician's spinal cord into bright yellow jelly.
Monotonous talk of the end of American hegemony, the universal cliché of the period, is mostly a way of avoiding mounting a serious opposition to it.
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
A woman keeps to home and family, and tends to matters inside the home. A man keeps to war games and tends to matters outside." A queen tends to both, I wanted to say, but did not. She would not understand.
Luggage and guests did not travel together ... in fact, luggage went by a different route, so suitcases could be distributed to guest rooms before they arrived
Post kept bound books with typed lists of gifts sent and received ... jeweler Harry Winston sent her a box of cheese
Mother said to me that the angels must have been watching over me when I found you, and that's the way I feel.
I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
Have they built cities on the moon?" another boy asked hopefully. "We left some garbage and a flag there in the sixties, but thats about it.
Forgive me. I continue to underestimate the breadth of your ignorance.
You Sure this is it?" I said. "It looks empty." "Empty? No way, there's loads of shit in there," worm replied
It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.
Minimalism is the intentional promotion of the things we most value and the removal of anything that distracts us from it.
We learned the shocking truth that "home" isn't necessarily a certain spot on earth. It must be a place where you can "feel" at home, which means "free" to us.
It wasn't just that feeling of coming home - of being intrinsically attached to what was familiar - but more a case of being so in love with a part of the world that everything else paled in comparison.
The most dangerous ideas are not those that challenge the status quo. The most dangerous ideas are those so embedded in the status quo, so wrapped in a cloud of inevitability, that we forget they are ideas at all.
Such is the demographic paradox of a junior physician's relationship with his patients: I worry about how to extend their lives. This anxiety inevitably shortens my own.
I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.
Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?
