I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.

The most prosaic of us betray a belief in the inward life every time we talk about 'my body' rather than 'I.

The key to happiness ... is tolerance of those who do not do as you do.

Their throats were bare for God.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

And if I say to you that I am glad of everything we have done together, and sorry that we will not be here together in forty years, laughing at a faded photo of you impersonating a lion, it having withered well, you less so, as we stand fabulously old, in a city that understands what spirit it takes to be old, to be beautiful, to be much looked at, to be itself, to be never quite caught, to have a past, to be content, to have seen much, to have remained, to have continued...