In a secularising world, art has replaced religion as a touchstone of our reverence and devotion.

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 mind does most of its best thinking when we aren't there. The answers are there in the morning.

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

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

Must being in love always mean being in pain?