Today was my forty-fifth birthday. Impending old age and a problem marriage were staring me in the face. Not a good place to be. I figured that right now, I had two choices _ crawl out of the pit, or wallow and die. To wallow or not to wallow? That was the question. Look at Scarlett O__ara. Did she cry and whine when Rhett walked out the door not giving a damn? Well, okay, she did. But not for long, I__l bet. Not Scarlett. Same story here, baby, same story here.

It is one thing to be clever and another to be wise.

Fall. Stand. Learn. Adapt.

Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous.

Christians, indeed, have a special obligation not to forget how great and how inextinguishable the human proclivity for violence is, or how many victims it has claimed, for they worship a God who does not merely take the part of those victims, but who was himself one of them, murdered by the combined authority and moral prudence of the political, religious, and legal powers of human society.

They keep track of time. Sometimes things happen and you feel that you need to mark them down.