A good writer of history is a guy who is suspicious.

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

True love is night jasmine, a diamond in darkness, the heartbeat no cardiologist has ever heard. It is the most common of miracles, fashioned of fleecy clouds - a handful of stars tossed into the night sky.

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

Gimme: an agreement between two losers who can't putt.

It is impossible to read for pleasure from something to which you are both father and mother, born in such travail that the writer despises the thing that enslaved him.

The future is an opaque mirror. Anyone who tries to look into it sees nothing but the dim outlines of an old and worried face.