You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success

Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure.

Time had changed the magical to mundane

I met my wife when we were both 19 or 20, at a music school where she was taking voice and piano lessons and I was doing classes in music theory and composition.

In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.

What an unreliable thing is time--when I want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. And what a changeable thing, too. Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair. .... But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

The carnage upon the chessboard of life, left wounded humans in its wake