When I Went To College I Took

What Some People Interpret As Brooding Melancholy Is Serenity. I Don't Feel Required To Grasp All The Time.

That The World Was Silent And Cold And Bare And That In This Lay Its Terrible Beauty

We Should Recognize That Schools Will Never Solve The Bedrock Problems Of Education Because The Problems Are Problems Of Families, Of Cultural Pressures That The Schools Reflect And Thus Cannot Really Remedy.

Writers Shouldn’t Underestimate The Difficulty Of What They’re Doing, And They Should Treat It With Great Seriousness. You’re Doing Something That Really Matters, You’re Telling Stories That Have An Impact On Other People And On The Culture. You Should Tell The Best Stories You Can Possibly Tell And Put Everything You’ve Got Into It.

To Deny That There Was This Dark Side Of Life Would Be Like Pretending That The Cold Of Winter Was Somehow Only A Temporary Illusion, A Way Station On The Way To The Higher "reality" Of Long, Warm, Pleasant Summers. But Summer, It Turned Out, Was No More Real Than The Snow That Melted In Wintertime.