Sometimes in life we blow things out of proportion because proportion is so dull.

We gain no easier advantage than by relentlessly pursuing our goal while others pursue an advantage.

The first goal of writing is to have one's words read successfully.

In the time it takes you to understand a 14-year-old, he turns 15.

You get to an age when there are really just two reasons to get up in the morning — for goodness sake and for heaven's sake.

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush.

In a soulmate we find not company but a completed solitude.