Because I had been tired too long and quarrelsome too much and too often frightened of migraine and failure and the days getting shorter,
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.
As it happens, I am still committed to the idea that the ability to think for one's self depends upon one's mastery of the language.
Anthony Lewis had written in The New York Times in September of 1975, only increases the elements of morbidity and paranoia and fantasy in this country. It romanticizes crimes that are terrible becaus...
About the cathouse: the notion that an accepted element in the social order is a whorehouse goes hand in hand with the woman on a pedestal.
The fancy that extraterrestrial life is by definition of a higher order than our own is one that soothes all children, and many writers.)
It is a network kept alive by people whose instincts tell them that if they do not keep moving at night on the desert they will lose all reason.
If someone chose you, what does that tell you? Doesn’t it tell you that you were available to be chosen? Doesn’t it tell you, in the end, that there are only two people in the world? The one who chose...
Here lies the heart of the difference between grief as we imagine it and grief as it is) the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the relentless succession of moments...
Why have we made a folk hero of a man who is the antithesis of all our official heroes, a haunted millionaire out of the West, trailing a legend of desperation and power and white sneakers?
Why have we made a folk hero of a man who is the antithesis of all our official heroes, a haunted millionaire out of the West, trailing a legend of desperation and power and white sneakers? But then w...
Why did I write it down? In order to remember, of course, but exactly what was it I wanted to remember? How much of it actually happened? Did any of it? Why do I keep a notebook at all? It is easy to...
Whenever I hear about the woman's trip, which is often, I think a lot about nothin'-says-lovin'-like-something-from-the-oven and the Feminine Mystique and how it is possible for people to be the uncon...
When I began writing these pages I believed their subject to be children, the ones we have and the ones we wish we had, the ways in which we depend on our children to depend on us, the ways in which w...
What I felt in each instance was sadness, loneliness (the loneliness of the abandoned child of whatever age), regret for time gone by, for things unsaid, for my inability to share or even in any real...
We wished them happiness, we wished them health, we wished them love and luck and beautiful children. On that wedding day, July 26, 2003, we could see no reason to think that such ordinary blessings w...
We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see,we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.
We are brought up in the ethic that others, any others, all others, are be definition more interesting that ourselves; taught to be diffident, just this side of self-effacing ... Only the very young a...
To such doubtful amulets had my self-respect been pinned, and I faced myself that day with the nonplused apprehension of someone who has come across a vampire and has no crucifix at hand.
To make an omelette you need not only those broken eggs but someone oppressed to break them: every revolutionist is presumed to understand that, and also every woman, which either does or does not mak...