We were in the open concourse where the turnstiles were. It was hardly any better here -- the enclosed space sent the voices around us echoing back in a roar that made my head ring, and the smell and feeling of all those bodies made me feel a claustrophobia I'd never known I was prone to.
The truth is always a compound of two half- truths, and you never reach it, because there is always something more to say.
You can go a long way with bad legs and a good head.
Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.
Learning to live in the present moment is part of the path of joy.
Only some people get what they want. Those are the people who show up to get it.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.