Words are leaves, the substance consists of deeds, which are the true fruits of a good tree.
Yes, a dark time passed over this land, but now there is something like light.
I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.
How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated- maybe we are- to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you.
Morning comes like a scream through a pinhole.
I don't mean to beat a made-in-America drum, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't feel somehow right to be printing books in the U. S.
I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done. I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.
I want people to enjoy the fruits of their labors.
The book is so rich and yet it is well done. A rare achievement indeed!
The ball is round so that the game can change direction
The finest wits have their sediment.