Just Because It's A Rat

[my Father] Was Generous With His Affection, Given To Great, Awkward, Engulfing Hugs, And I Can Remember So Clearly The Smell Of His Hugs, All Starched Shirt, Tobacco, Old Spice, And Cutty Sark. Sometimes I Think I've Never Been Properly Hugged Since.

People Are Pretty Much Alike. It's Only That Our Differences Are More Susceptible To Definition Than Our Similarities.

There Is A Gentle Absurdity About Washington, D.c., And It Is Easy To Develop Affection For The Place, If You Can Forget That The Consequences Of What Goes On There Are Real, Whereas What Goes On There May Not Be.

The Whole Town Looks As If It Had Been Left Out In The Rain Too Long And By Mistake.

I Believe In Tomorrow And I Will Be Part Of It.