We are most alive when we're in love.

Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.

We take our bearings, daily, from others. To be sane is, to a great extent, to be sociable.

Of plants tomatoes seemed the most human, eager and fragile and prone to rot.

For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do - they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.

Golf appeals to the idiot in us and the child. Just how childlike golf players become is proven by their frequent inability to count past five.

"Hit it with the back of your left hand" was the first swing thought I ever heard, brusquely bu not unlovingly put to me by the aunt-in-law who had moments before placed a golf club in my virgin grip. I was twenty-five, and had spent my youth in a cloisterd precinct of teh middle class where golf was a rumoured something, like champagne breakfasts and divorce, that the rich did.