Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later.

Heavy rains and a good book. A perfect extravagance.

Read what you like, not what you’re told to like. That way you’ll read for a lifetime.

And Sometimes I Feel as if I'm Only a Doorman Awaiting the Arrival of her Royal Majesty.

Who will you be, my Little Ones? Will you dance for the fires of your youth and run at midnight to water’s edge, diving into summer’s heat? Will you ride a wild mare to any thought or dream or love of your making? Will you seek the artistry of your own infatuations and explore . . .

Remember, it's still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you'd have nothing to look forward to.