You have to choose your future regrets.

To remember friendship is to recall those conversations that it seemed a sin to break off

Authors who moan with praise for their editors always seem to reek slightly of the Stockholm syndrome.

Beautiful sentences pop into my head. Beautiful sentences that aren't always absolutely accurate. Then, I have to choose between the beautiful sentence and being absolutely accurate. It can be a difficult choice.

I think religion should be treated with ridicule, hatred and contempt, and I claim that right.

I learned that very often the most intolerant and narrow-minded people are the ones who congratulate themselves on their tolerance and open-mindedness.

Martin is your best friend, isn't he?' a sweet and well-intentioned girl once said when both of us were present: it was the only time I ever felt awkward about this precious idea, which seemed somehow to risk diminishment if it were uttered aloud.