When people say ‘This is my baby,’ they don’t always mean a baby. Sometimes they mean a dog.
The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.
She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, anything else.
At the end of each day, I write an “atomic sentence,” a single statement that summarizes the most vital lesson about that day.
At times where I flail, fumble, and otherwise seek a signpost, these sentences have helped — personal lifelines indicating a larger story. Each day, an atomic unit in a living network.
Have you ever wondered where books come from?
Well then, let me show you, because that’s what I do for a living.
Right now, it’s this time of the year, and the little ones have just freshly hatched:
You’ll notice they’re still blind and naked when they hatch. So I make them little coats to keep them warm during their first winter:
See how they happily line up to put them on:
See? Better. Now they’re ready to go and explore the world.
And if they make it through the winter and we take good care of them, they will grow up to be strong and wise like their older fellows:
So, in case you were ever wondering, now you know.
You don’t have to think very hard to realize that our dread of both relationships and loneliness … has to do with angst about death, the recognition that I’m going to die, and die very much alone, and the rest of the world is going to go merrily on without me.
For Sherwood Anderson's birthday, his spectacular letter of advice on art and life to his teenage son
How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.