Knowing And Knowing What To Do About

America Has Always Been A Nation Of Small Places, And As We Lose Them, We're Losing Part Of Ourselves.

I Want That Which Is Hilarious And That Which Is Heartbreaking To Occupy The Same Territory In The Book Because I Think They Very Often Occupy The Same Territory In Life, Much As We Try To Separate Them.

Don't Even The Best And Most Fortunate Of Lives Hint At Other Possibilities, At A Different Kind Of Sweetness And, Yes, Bitterness Too? Isn't This Why We Can't Help Feeling Cheated, Even When We Know We Haven't Been?

Whatever You're Working On, Take Small Bites. The Task Will Not Be Overwhelming If You Can Reduce It To Its Smallest Component.

The Line Of Gray Along The Horizon Is Brighter Now, And With The Coming Light I Feel A Certainty: That There Is, Despite Our Wild Imaginings, Only One Life. The Ghostly Others, No Matter How Real They Seem, No Matter How Badly We Need Them, Are Phantoms. The One Life We're Left With Is Sufficient To Fill And Refill Our Imperfect Hearts With Joy, And Then To Shatter Them. And It Never, Ever Lets Up.