I won't put my ignorance on an altar and call it God. It feels like idolatry, like the worst kind of idolatry.

When does loyalty become martyrdom?

It was possible at last to hear the silence to appreciate that there was a silence, deep and potent, out there beyond the pretension of the light.

The attacking piece displaces its victim. The vanquished piece leaves the plane of the board entirely. But it does not, in a higher sense, cease to exist.

Children wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit.

I suppose every decade gets the music it deserves.

You never stop being a parent, Adam, no matter how old or wise your child becomes you'll see.