A teacher, a reader, a maker of careful sentences. He kept notebooks the way some men keep gardens — patiently, and for no one in particular. This is a place to sit with what he wrote, and what he meant to us.
There is, I think, no honest argument against the morning. The light is candid. The kettle is candid. Even the dog, who lies all day on his political opinions, is candid before nine.
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When I was twelve, he said: 'I help young people make smaller mistakes than I did.' I think about this every week.
Lakshmi Iyer
He taught me that a proof is a kind of kindness — you are walking the reader, slowly, somewhere they could not have gone alone. I have taught for thirty years now and I have stolen this from him at least three times a week.