Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.

I tell, therefore you are.

Each form has its pluses and its minuses.

A prison does not only lock its inmates inside, it keeps all others out. Her strongest prison is of her own construction.

Writers and books are cheap dates, especially when you compare the cost of a book with a ticket to the opera - or an NHL game.

It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you're telling it, to yourself or to someone else.

Walking was not fast enough, so we ran. Running was not fast enough, so we galloped. Galloping was not fast enough, so we sailed. Sailing was not fast enough, so we rolled merrily along on long metal tracks. Long metal tracks were not fast enough, so we drove. Driving was not fast enough, so we flew. Flying isn't fast enough for us. We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind.