Hope bases vast premises on foolish accidents, and reads a word where in fact only a scribble exists.

Smaller than a breadbox, bigger than a TV remote, the average book fits into the human hand with a seductive nestling, a kiss of texture, whether of cover cloth, glazed jacket, or flexible paperback.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

History. The more of it you have the more you have to live it. After a little while there gets to be too much of it to memorize and maybe that's when empires start to decline.

The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.

In a country this large and a language even larger ... there ought to be a living for somebody who cares and wants to entertain and instruct a reader.

We are most alive when we're in love.