Most of what makes a book 'good' is that we are reading it at the right moment for us.

Writing isn’t a career choice. It’s self-medication that over time precipitates the madness it was meant to ward off.

Journeys are the midwives of thought. Few places are more conducive to internal conversations than moving planes, ships or trains.

The challenge of modern relationships: how to prove more interesting than the other's smartphone.

One kind of good book should leave you asking: how did the author know that about me?

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain willful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

One rarely falls in love without being as much attracted to what is interestingly wrong with someone as what is objectively healthy.