Don't let the cat out or the concierge in: this is the first principle of socialist ladies.

There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

... they have never seen you ... I would recognize you anywhere.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

Because beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their beauty and their death.