Everything Rational And Sensible Abandons Me When

Winter In The Country Is Very White. There Is Black Grit On All The Shoulders Of The Roads And On The Big Mounds From The Plows, And All The Cars Are Filthy, But The Fields Are Dazzling And Untouched And Pristine.

I Would Argue That It Might Be Easier To Endure Loneliness Than To Endure The Idea That You Might Disappear.

Being A Good Designer Certainly Doesn't Guarantee That You're Good At Business. It's Probably More Surprising When The Two Talents Coexist In One Person.

Writing About Someone Well Known Removes That Obligation Of Defending It As A Subject, But It Also Means That Some Of The Surprise And Freshness Is Already Gone. It's So Different - In Some Ways Much Harder For Me.

I Finally Overcame My Phobia, And Now I Approach Flying With A Sort Of Studied Boredom - A Learned Habit, Thanks To My Learn-to-fly-calmly Training - But Like All Former Flying Phobics, I Retain A Weird And Feverish Fascination With Aviation News, Especially Bad News.