We use cookies to improve our services and remember your choices for future visits. For more information see our Privacy Policy and Terms of Use.
We use cookies to improve our services and remember your choices for future visits. For more information see our Privacy Policy and Terms of Use.
Time throws his arm around my shoulder, congratulates me for thirty years of hard work, and hands me a cigar: the exploding kind, I see. I thank him and slip it into my pocket. For later, I say. When my work is done.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 2004December 2003Those are my principles. If you don’t like them, I have others.
Groucho Marx
September 2003At the moment you are most in awe of all there is about life that you don’t understand, you are closer to understanding it all than at any other time.
Jane Wagner
Vera piled the thin, silvery black fish on my plate. Their beady little fish eyes kept staring at me. As a distraction, and for revenge, and because I was hungry, I focused on the technique of eating them: first pinch the head between my finger and thumb; then take two precise bites — one on each side — and a few nibbles to steal all the meat from each.
By Kent AnnanSeptember 2003The inner Christian path, as I understand it, involves walking a fine line between the two extremes. You face all your inner issues rigorously and impartially; you want to see everything there is inside the teeming ocean of the psyche. But — and this is an important but — you are not identified with it. At the back of your mind there must always be an awareness that you are not your “passions” (to use the traditional Christian term), that there is something in you that is awake and alive and, incidentally, immortal. This is the true “I,” the pure consciousness, the “light that lighteth every man that cometh into the world.” It sees everything in you impartially and objectively — but also with profound compassion.
By D. Patrick MillerSeptember 2003Burning the teakettle to a crisp because the whistle was broken and I forgot I’d turned it on.
By Genie ZeigerAugust 2003August 2003An unrectified case of injustice has a terrible way of lingering, restlessly, in the social atmosphere like an unfinished equation.
Mary McCarthy
Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
Subscribe Today