And The Question Is, Which One Is

Rebecca Was An Academic Star. Her New Book Was On The Phenomenon Of Word Casings, A Term She'd Invented For Words That No Longer Had Meaning Outside Quotation Marks. English Was Full Of These Empty Words--"friend" And "real" And "story" And "change"--words That Had Been Shucked Of Their Meanings And Reduced To Husks. Some, Like "identity" And "search" And "cloud," Had Clearly Been Drained Of Life By Their Web Usage. With Others, The Reasons Were More Complex; How Had "american" Become An Ironic Term? How Had "democracy" Come To Be Used In An Arch, Mocking Way?

We Live In A Moment And A Culture When Reading Is Really Endangered. There's Simply No Way To Write Well, Though, If You're Not Reading Well.

Sometimes I Imagine Myself Looking Back On Right Now And I Think Like Where Will I Be Standing When I Look Back Will Right Now Look Like The Beginning Of A Great Life Or... Or What

The Pause Makes You Think The Song Will End. And Then The Song Isn't Really Over, So You're Relieved. But Then The Song Does Actually End, Because Every Song Ends, Obviously, And That. Time. The. End. Is. For. Real.

There's A Fine Line Between Thinking About Somebody And Thinking About Not Thinking About Somebody, But I Have The Patience And The Self-control To Walk That Line For Hours - Days, If I Have To.