although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love..

He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said..

I think the Peace Corps is a fine thing, don't you?" he said. "Well," I replied, "it's certainly better than War Corps..

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried..

Something may have been lost in translation, but it certainly wasn't love.

There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling..

What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?.

Professors of classics - not even a professor of English - professors of classics, they're something sacred; it's almost like being a priest..

We have turned doctors into gods and worship their deity by offering up our bodies and our souls - not to mention our worldly goods. And yet paradoxi….

The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done..

Love means not ever having to say you're sorry..

This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural..

Part of being a big winner is the ability to be a big loser. There is no paradox involved. It is a distinctly Harvard thing to be able to turn any de….

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked..

Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness.

Sometimes I ask myself what would I be if Jenny were alive. And then I answer : I would also be alive." - Oliver..

Sometimes I amaze even myself..

It takes someone very special to help you forget someone very special..

What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she a….

Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fata….

Jenny, if you're so con­vinced I'm a loser, why did you bull­doze me into buy­ing you cof­fee?' She looked me straight in the eye and smiled. 'I like….