There's a crystallization that goes on in a poem which the young man can bring off, but which the middle-aged man can't.

America is a vast conspiracy to make you happy.

Money is like water in a leaky bucket: no sooner there, it begins to drip.

A computer and a cat are somewhat alike - they both purr, and like to be stroked, and spend a lot of the day motionless. They also have secrets they don't necessarily share.

Golf camaraderie, like that of astronauts and Antarctic explorers, is based on a common experience of transcendence; fat or thin, scratch or duffer, we have been somerwhere together where non-golfers never go.

Among the repulsions of atheism for me has been its drastic uninterestingness as an intellectual position.

Prose should have a flow, the forward momentum of a certain energized weight; it should feel like a voice tumbling in your ear.