Like its politicians and its wars, society has the teenagers it deserves.

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.

But the point is, now, at this moment, or any moment, we’re only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come...

She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age. I missed it coming and going.

The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this...