The crucial thing in any work of any kind is that it must be a gift – the reader must possess it even more than the person who wrote it. It must be given completely.
In life, people talk at right angles. One asks a question, and the other replies in part, then uses that part to move the conversation to something else. Everyone has an agenda, has something they’re trying to say – or not say.
To a liar, the most dangerous individual is the person who catches lies but doesn’t say anything about it. Then the liar isn’t sure which lies are compromised.
The move to hide aging is sort of sad. But it’s a wonderful thing to celebrate our aging.
Lying is our stock-in-trade as social creatures.
My bookshelves have no order. I prune them regularly and sell the books to Myopic Books, a Chicago bookstore. They give me store credit, and then I spend all the store credit, and, presumably, return to sell them back more of the books I bought from them.
If society is a ship, it appears to many to be firmly at anchor in moral waters. Perhaps this isn’t so.
I probably like being isolated more than many people do, but I’m lucky to have the friendship of many fine people, and they keep me from becoming very isolated. The world of my mind is certainly a populated and warm place, too. It’s difficult for me to become too isolated with such resources.
I had a lot of trouble in school to begin with. I got left back in kindergarten, and I was in special education. My teachers didn’t have very much faith in me.
Books should have a purpose. Books should be practical in some sense.