Filling a bookcase is like gathering a social circle

We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves

There is hope for all of us. Well, anyway, if you don't die you live through it, day in, day out.

Instead we were filling the newspaper with bland, harmless stories, and if there was anything sensitive we would run agency copy and sort of try and downplay it.

Social acceptance, 'being liked,' has so much power because it holds the feelings of loneliness at bay.

We grow neither better or worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.