When you look at pictures of people you know are dead, there is something different about the eyes. As if they anticipated their particular fate.It is a visceral recognition. I told myself I was getting...

Please not yet. Those are the three eternal words. Please not yet.

When you see the ugliness behind the tears of another person, it makes you take a closer look at your own.

By noon, in a gray February world, we had come down through snow flurries to land at Albany, and had taken off again. When the snow ended the sky was a luminous gray. I looked...

I am wary of the whole dreary deadening structured mess that we have built into such a glittering top-heavy structure that there is nothing left to see but the glitter, and the brute routines of...

We were about to give up and call it a night when somebody threw the girl off the bridge.

In all emotional conflicts, the thing you find the most difficult to do, is the thing that you should do.”–Meyer’s Law

Vulnerability is the curse of the thinking classes.

A woman who does not guard and treasure herself cannot be of very much value to anyone else.

It is one thing to look at a mistreated boat and another to look at a tomb. The silence of the bay seemed more intense. And I could see the glint of the carrion flies.

At times it seems as if arranging to have no commitment of any kind to anyone would be a special freedom. But in fact the whole idea works in reverse. The most deadly commitment of...

Integrity is not a conditional word. It doesn’t blow in the wind or change with the weather. It is your inner image of yourself, and if you look in there and see a man who...