It's clear to me that there is no good reason for many philosophy books to sound as complicated as they do.

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.

Travel agents would be wiser to ask us what we hope to change about our lives rather than simply where we wish to go.

You have to be quite heavily invested in someone to do them the honour of telling them you're annoyed with them.

The only people we can think of as normal are those we don't yet know very well.

We are sad at home and blame the weather and the ugliness of the buildings, but on the tropical island we learn that the state of the skies and the appearance of our dwellings can never on their own underwrite our joy nor condemn us to misery.

Anyone who isn't embarrassed of who they were last year probably isn't learning enough.