Naturally we would prefer seven epiphanies a day and an earth not so apparently devoid of angels.

Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice.

That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.

My advice is, do not try to inhabit another's soul. You have your own.

Nothing on my trip thus far was as I expected which shows you that rather than simply read about the United States you have to log the journey.

A poet must discover that it’s his own story that is true, even if the truth is small indeed.

We are all naturally xenophobic.