Everything in life is somewhere else and you get there in a car. - E.B. White

Life is like writing with a pen. You can cross out your past but you can't erase it.

So complete is each neighborhood, and so strong the sense of neighborhood, that many a New Yorker spends a lifetime within the confines of an area smaller than a country village. Let him walk two blocks from his corner and he is in a strange land and will feel uneasy till he gets back.

I am always humbled by the infinite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.