Even in a time of elephantine vanity and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.
Lake Wobegon, the little town that time forgot and the decades cannot improve.
I love New York, and I'm drawn to a certain intensity of life, but I've just never felt like I want to escape from the Midwest. A writer lives a great deal in his own head, and so one intuitively finds places where your head is more clear. New York for me is one of those places.
Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted.
Christina Hoff Sommers