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 Hamptons,”

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

Fact is, no one is doing much of anything, from East Hampton to New York City Hall