Trying to defend religion by invoking science is like claiming that three plus four equals ice cream.

Trying to defend religion by invoking science is like claiming that three plus four equals ice cream.

For most of my life I have known how to control my feelings. If you can control your feelings, you can pretty much control your whole world. It's amazingly effective.

One of the rather unedifying truths about grief is it does block out more or less everything. It has a solipsistic quality to it.

I've discovered that, in order for life to go on, you have to believe in necessary fantasies such as what you think is going to happen next week will actually happen, the people who are alive right now will be alive next week.

My hunch, for what it's worth, is that most of us probably find it much, much harder than we realize to really imagine what catastrophe is like. I have a hunch that we all labor under this rather convenient illusion that if we read about the Syrian refugee crisis, we can imagine what it feels like to set off from your home and your life with all your possessions in two bin liners. We all think that we can imagine that and my guess is that none of us have got a clue.

I can't stand family secrets. I think they're such a toxic thing and they always leak out.