It seems the only way to write a half decent book is to worry oneself sick on an hourly basis that one is producing a complete disaster.

Every time we feel satisfied with what we have, we can be counted as rich, however little we may actually possess.

We used to build temples, and museums are about as close as secular society dares to go in facing up to the idea that a good building can change your life (and a bad one ruin it).

Those who divorce aren't necessarily the most unhappy, just those neatly able to believe their misery is caused by one other person.

There is always the option of being emotionally lazy, that is, of quoting.

Most good thinking has its origin in fear.

Despite its maddeningly vague, inarticulate form, anxiety is almost always trying to tell you something useful and apposite.