What were they thinking . . .
The international community, including the Red Cross and the United Nations, have recognized the right of prisoners of sound mind to go on hunger strikes
Local conditions are going to be ideal
We’d buried our cat, Little Man, by the tree trunk, on which he used to lie, seemingly asleep on his side, slit-eyed, ever watchful
Where was the excitement in real life? Where were the passion-filled, standing-in-the-pouring-rain, tear-jerking moments?
The late Peter Matthiessen called them collectively wind birds
They’ve been talking about us getting Twitter accounts here lately
Forbearance isn’t my forte
The slogans of our time are indications of profound recalculation of our collective mores