I Used To Think It Was Hard

The Problem Was Money And The Indignities Of Life Without It. Every Stroller, Cell Phone, Yankees Cap, And Suv He Saw Was A Torment. He Wasn't Covetous, He Wasn't Envious. But Without Money He Was Hardly A Man.

I Feel That Working Environmentalists Are, In The Main, Happier Than Armchair Environmentalists.

It's Doubtful That Anyone With An Internet Connection At His Workplace Is Writing Good Fiction.

It Offended His Sense Of Himself, Because He Was An Individual From An Age Of Individuals, And A String Of Lights Was, Like Him, An Individual Thing. No Matter How Little The Thing Had Cost, To Throw It Away Was To Deny Its Value.

I Had A Viking Sense Of Entitlement To Whatever Provisions I Could Plunder.