Faith is simply whatever is real to us.

And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?

It's funny; in this era of e-mail and voice mail and all those things that even I did not grow up with, a plain old paper letter takes on amazing intimacy.

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

The problem is simply finding the right person. Ask Plato. Just make sure she finishes your thoughts and you finish hers. That's all you need.

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

I love to cook and I've cooked a lot of Bulgarian food over the years.