To Have Courage, One Must

I Can Look At My Books With Pleasure From A Distance. Four Feet Is Close Enough.

It Is Impossible To Read For Pleasure From Something To Which You Are Both Father And Mother, Born In Such Travail That The Writer Despises The Thing That Enslaved Him.

Nothing Is As Far Away As One Minute Ago.

A Newspaper Is Lumber Made Malleable. It Is Ink Made Into Words And Pictures. It Is Conceived, Born, Grows Up And Dies Of Old Age In A Day.

Watching Your Daughter Being Collected By Her Date Feels Like Handing Over A Million Dollar Stradivarius To A Gorilla.