I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure.

When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole.

Office politics are bloody-minded, but weak on content.

The hero used to be the one in white. Now he is harder to spot.

English has borrowed from everywhere and now goes everywhere.

Authority is conferred by position, not character.