We read the weird tales in newspapers to crowd out the even weirder stuff inside us.

Being incomprehensible offers unparalleled protection against having nothing to say...but writing with simplicity requires courage, for there is a danger that one will be overlooked, dismissed as simpleminded by those with a tenacious belief that the impassable prose is a hallmark of intelligence.

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

We are all more intelligent than we are capable, and awareness of the insanity of love has never saved anyone from the disease.

Dreams reveal we never quite get 'over' anything: it's all still in there somewhere.

The dream of the news is that it makes us care about other people and situations. But we cannot identify with people to whom we haven't been introduced. Humans will only respond to art, to people who are skilled in making you care.

There may be significant things to learn about people by looking at what annoys them most.