One more piece of evidence that assigned reading makes nothing happen.
That we have made a hero of Howard Hughes tells us something interesting about ourselves, something only dimly remembered, tells us that the secret point of money and power in America is neither the t...
Read, learn, work it up, go to the literature.Information is control.
My brother refers to my husband, in his presence, as Joan’s husband. Marriage is the classic betrayal.
I went because I was interested in the alchemy of issues.
I did not want to finish the year because I know that as the days pass, as January becomes February and February becomes summer, certain things will happen.
And except on a certain kind of winter evening—six-thirty in the Seventies, say, already dark and bitter with a wind off the river, when I would be walking very fast toward a bus and would look in the...
Was it only by dreaming or writing that I could find out what I thought?
Try to live in the now and keep my eye on the hummingbird. I see no one I used to know, but then I’m not just crazy about a lot of people. I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the gam...
You’re a professional. Finish the piece. It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.
Why make this call and not just say what you wanted?His eyes. His blue eyes. His blue imperfect eyes.
We were seeing the desperate attempt of a handful of pathetically unequipped children to create a community in a social vacuum.
We all remember what we need to remember.
Was there ever in anyone's life span a point free in time, devoid of memory, a point when choice was any more than sum of all the choices gone before?
They worry a great deal about 'responding to one another with beauty and tenderness,' and their response to one another is in fact so tender that an afternoon at the school tends to drift perilously i...
The bereaved must be urged to sit in a sunny room, preferably one with an open fire.
Mourning has its place but also its limits.
Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time.
Joan Baez was a personality before she was entirely a person, and, like anyone to whom that happens, she is in a sense the hapless victim of what others have seen in her, written about her, wanted her...
I will not forget the instinctive wisdom of the friend who, every day for those first few weeks, brought me a quart container of scallion-and-ginger congee from Chinatown. Congee I could eat. Congee w...