I assemble my ideas in pieces on a computer file, then gradually find a place for them on a piece of scaffolding I erect.

As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.

Rather than getting more spoilt with age, as difficulties pile up, epiphanies of gratitude abound.

Happiness is impossible for longer than 15 minutes. We are the descendants of creatures who, above all else, worried.

People who readily accept the need for a gym will resist that their personalities might need some work too.

The most attractive are not those who allow us to kiss them at once [we soon feel ungrateful] or those who never allow us to kiss them [we soon forget them], but those who coyly lead us between the two extremes.

Cynics are - beneath it all - only idealists with awkwardly high standards.