The Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration.

If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.

So if we could not have love, my husband and I, then at least I could have alchemy.

The Devil may take the reckless, but the good will surely die of boredom. Boredom and frustration.

I listen to people talking sometimes, that great river that is language, with all its undercurrents of grammar and nuance, and I wonder how we all learn so quickly to speak it, given that we begin when we are barely old enough to stand upright. I have no memory of finding it hard. Indeed, I have no memory of it at all.

Ah, he has too many ideas, that man da Vinci. His mind works faster than his hands.

Obsessed? I don't know what the word means. I know there were times when I couldn't think of anything else. I used to stay in every weeknight in the hope that he might get free and call me. It felt like I had a disease I didn't want to get rid of. I suppose that's a definition of obsession, yes.