Most of us still caged within careers chosen for us by our not entirely worldly 18-22 year old selves.

We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as beautiful, intelligent, and witty as we are ugly, stupid, and dull. But what if such a perfect being should one day turn around and decide they will love us back? We can only be somewhat shocked-how can they be as wonderful as we had hoped when they have the bad taste to approve of someone like us?

I passionately believe that's it's not just what you say that counts, it's also how you say it - that the success of your argument critically depends on your manner of presenting it.

We are continuously challenged to discover new works of culture—and, in the process, we don’t allow any one of them to assume a weight in our minds.

I know a lot about writing, but I don't know much about how other industries work. I've tried to use my naivety to my advantage.

One's doing well if age improves even slightly one's capacity to hold on to that vital truism: "This too shall pass.

Distress at losing an object can be as much a frustration at the intellectual mystery of the disappearance as about the loss itself.