Styles, Like Everything Else, Change. Style Doesn't.

How Is It That So Often . . . I Get The Feeling I've Worked Hard To Learn Something I Already Know, Or Knew, Once.

[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.

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

I Think Laughter May Be A Form Of Courage. As Humans We Sometimes Stand Tall And Look Into The Sun And Laugh, And I Think We Are Never More Brave Than When We Do That.

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.