There is no such thing as work-life balance. Everything worth fighting for unbalances your life.

One of the unexpectedly important things that art can do for us is to teach us how to suffer more successfully.

Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.

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.

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

To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.

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