I've become a less brave traveller since I became a dad, but in the past I was more foolhardy than brave.

The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed

over 85% of all statistics are made up on the spot.

What do I miss? Second-hand bookshops where I can find things I had no idea I wanted. AbeBooks helps, but it doesn't have that smell.

What is any ocean but a multitude of drops?

I think words operate like musical notes that the eyeball hears.

The song instantly insisted it'd never existed.