Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same again.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
I got up the third step and reached for the fourth, but it wasn't there.
To be willing to die for an idea is to set a rather high price on conjecture.
The car skidded to a stop just in front of me, and I jumped back and lost my balance and ended up on the road.
Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
I don't own a cell phone or a pager. I just hang around everyone I know, all the time. If someone wants to get a hold of me, they just say 'Mitch,' and I say 'what?' and turn my head slightly.