He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He’d put it in almost fifty years before and hadn’t had...

…socialism had somehow made time more flexible. There were often situations when 1 PM and 5 PM were interchangeable.

Honesty can be a dirty gift. It can muddy a sparkling stream of memories.

There was nothing fake or added about him. He was all himself.

A hero without faults is like an omelet without little bits of eggshell in it.