Skill is a function of chance. It’s an intuitive best-use of chance situations.

Reality is just a point of view.

A child of today can detect a lie quicker than the wisest adult of two decades ago. When I want to know what is true, I ask my children.

It's easy to win. Anybody can win.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.

In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real.

But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.