One of the nice things about our marriage, at least to my way of thinking, is that my wife and I no longer have to argue every thing through. We each know what the other will say, and so the saying becomes an unnecessary formality. No doubt some marriage counselor would explain to us that our problem is a failure to communicate, but to my way of thinking we've worked long and hard to achieve this silence, Lily's and mine, so fraught with mutual understanding.

HBO is really famous for hiring good people and staying out of their way until they ask for help, or need it. And that reputation is earned.

I don't think America has ever had a center the way London is the center of England or Dublin is the center of Ireland.

I don't think there's a shortage of material in the world. Or in my head. I just pray for continued good health, because I've got other stories to tell.

To weigh and evaluate a vast grid of information, much of it meaningless, and to arrive at sensible, if erroneous, conclusions, is a skill not to be sneezed at.

I've never written nearly as much about place as people seem to think I do. I just write about class.

He looks like he could be taken in a fight. Not by me, but by somebody. Not anyone in Humanities, probably.