A. lucky in kids, in work that i love
A. if not here, where? if not now, when?
A. Nonexistent past the age of 7. But later, if you find work that both satisfies you and somehow contributes to the balance of the world; if you have people to love, who love you back; if you love yourself sufficiently but not too much; contentment can land, unexpectedly and briefly, like a buttefly alighting on your shoulder. It doesn't hurt, either, if at the same time you are outside sipping a beer in the sun on the first real day of spring.
A. Myself. The source of all true fear.
A. Sulawesi (Indonesia), about to board a black freighter captained by a one-eyed, defrocked Franciscan
A. Charles Saunders Peirce (look him up)
A. Nelson Mandela
A. "on one level ... on another level"
A. Not having gone on to Jalalabad when I was in Afghanistan (under the Russians) with the Mujahideen
A. Play the trumpet like Louis Armstrong
A. My kids: my daughter, Emilie, and my son, Alexandre.
A. Leaping before I look
A. an Alaskan timber wolf, always assuming Sarah Palin was miles away
A. I listen. Most people don't. Which doesn't mean I'm always interested, but I do listen.
A. Justine Hosnani, in Durrell's Alexandria Quartet
A. Humbert Humbert (Lolita)
A. Adolf Hitler. "Seriously, Adolf, you're a wonderful house painter, keep at it."
A. people on cellphones in public places
A. marine archeologist
A. honesty, diligence, a good head for liquor
A. 4th Time Around (Bob Dylan), Into My Arms (Nick Cave), That's How Strong My Love Is (Otis Redding), Funky Broadway (Wilson Pickett), I Wanna Be Sedated (Ramones)