The future is fastidious and punctual. It keeps perfect time and arrives everywhere on the dot. In contrast, its slacker brother the past has no use for clocks or appointments. It comes and goes as it pleases in our memory, camping out wherever the hell it damn well wants to in there. Untrustworthy, prone to exaggeration, biased- you wouldn't lend it ten cents, but it *sure* can be charming and seductive when it feels like it.

Krakow is one of my favorite places on earth. It is a medieval city full of young people. A wonderful, striking combination.

People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.

Very often I'll find out at the end of a book what I put in at the beginning. A sort of process of elimination and discovery in one.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.

If you are very lucky, you're allowed to be in certain places during just the right season of your life: by the sea for the summer when you're seven or eight and full of the absolute need to swim until dark and exhaustion close their hands together, cupping you in between.

May this house stand until an ant drinks the ocean and a tortoise circles the world.