Death is as casual and often as unexpected as birth. It is as difficult to define grief as joy. Each is finite. Each will fade.

It is difficult to live in the present, ridiculous to live in the future, and impossible to live in the past. Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.

A good writer is not, per se, a good book critic. No more so than a good drunk is automatically a good bartender.

Scoops of mint ice cream with chips of chocolate cows.

Watching your daughter being collected by her date feels like handing over a million dollar Stradivarius to a gorilla.

I can look at my books with pleasure from a distance. Four feet is close enough.