Ultimately, Time Is All You Have And

Age Is An Accumulation Of Life And Loss. Adulthood Is A Series Of Lines Crossed.

The Things We Hate About Ourselves Aren't More Real Than Things We Like About Ourselves.

The Average Parent May, For Example, Plant An Artist Or Fertilize A Ballet Dancer And End Up With A Certified Public Accountant. We Cannot Train Children Along Chicken Wire To Make Them Grow In The Right Direction. Tying Them To Stakes Is Frowned Upon, Even In Massachusetts.

Instant Opinion Is An Oxymoron. You Don't Get Real Opinions In An Instant. You Get Reactions.

I Am A Member Of A Small, Nearly Extinct Minority Group, A Kind Of Urban Lost Tribe Who Insist, In The Face Of All Evidence To The Contrary, On The Sanctity Of Being On Time. Which Is To Say That We On-timers Are Compulsively, Unfashionably Prompt, That There Are Only Handfuls Of Us In Any Given City And, Unfortunately, We Never Seem To Have Appointments With Each Other.