An art critic is someone who appreciates art, except for any particular piece of art.

I like friends who, when you tell them you need a moment alone, know enough not to stray too far.

I nod to a passing stranger, and the stranger nods back, and two human beings go off, feeling a little less anonymous.

It is hard to resist a flatterer who gets it right.

To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word "boo."

Family life is a bit like a runny peach pie - not perfect but who's complaining?

I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.