Oh, It Takes A Lot

One Of The Traps Of Adolescence Is The Sort Of Paranoid Resentment That Somehow You're Never Going To Match Up And That Everybody Else's Life Is Going To Be Better And Finer And Fuller. That Everyone Else Attended Some Secret Lesson In Which How To Live Was Taught And You Had A Dental Appointment That Day, Or You Were Somehow Not Invited. And The Point Of Great Writers Like Wilde Is That They Make That Invitation To You.

Literature Is The Only Access To Truth We Have On This Planet.

I've Always Been Aware Of My Sexuality, But I Never Quite Knew What It Meant.

Christmas To A Child Is The First Terrible Proof That To Travel Hopefully Is Better Than To Arrive.

This Is The Point. One Technology Doesn't Replace Another, It Complements. Books Are No More Threatened By Kindle Than Stairs By Elevators.