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.

But anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.

Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.

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.

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

Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I had noticed him, as he had me. God help us.