That's the best thing about writing, when you're in that zone, you're porous, ready to absorb the solution.

My heart was simultaneously broken and filled with lust, I was exhausted, and I loved every minute of it. It was strange and elating to find myself for once the weaker.

Mr. Feld was right; life was like baseball, filled with loss and error, with bad hops and wild pitches, a game in which even champions lost almost as often as they won, and even the best hitters were put out seventy percent of the time.

The handy thing about being a father is that the historic standard is so pitifully low.

If children are not permitted-not taught-to be adventurers and explorers as children, what will become of the world...?

Not only would I never want to belong to any club that would have me for a member--if elected I would wear street shoes onto the squash court and set fire to the ballroom curtains.

A hope fulfilled is already half a disappointment.