Style? I have no style.

Style, I've got no style.

Like dogs who sniff each other when meeting, chess players have a ritual at first acquaintance: they sit down to play speed chess.

The first great chess players, including the world champion, got by perfectly well without constant coaches.

Furman astounded me with his chess depth, a depth which he revealed easily and naturally, as if all he were doing was establishing well-known truths.

I lost the match. I blame only myself for this. There were many opportunities to win. But I missed them, no one else.

You can't play chess if you're groggy from pills.