What is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible.

This was long before the term 'single-parent family' came into use; back then it was a 'broken home'.

As I've explained to my wife many times, you have to kill your wife or mistress to get on the front page of the papers.

Because love is the meeting point of truth and magic. Truth, as in photography; magic, as in ballooning.

I have an instinct for survival, for self-preservation.

And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time’s malleability.

The next day, when I was sober, I thought again about the three of us, and about time's many paradoxes. For instance: that when we are young and sensitive, we are also at our most hurtful; whereas when the blood begins to slow, when we feel less sharply, when we are more armoured and have learnt how to bear hurt, we tread more carefully.