It's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.' 'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

I noticed that once you realize someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself watching them back.

It's not that he lacked poetry. But his poetry was of the body, not the mind. He spoke it in the way he moved, the way he held a hammer, rowed a boat, built a fire. I, on the other hand, was like a brain in a box, a beating heart in a coal scuttle.

The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.