We have a limit, a very discouraging, humiliating limit: death.

My father was an accountant and his father was a typographer.

It was awkward, revisiting a world you have never seen before: like coming home, after a long journey, to someone else’s house.

Fear prophets and those prepared to die for the truth, for as a rule they make many others die with them, often before them, at times instead of them.

The truth is an anagram of an anagram.

With all of its defects, the global market makes war less likely, even between the USA and China.

You don't fall in love because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the need, desperate, to fall in love. when you feel that need, you have to watch your step: like having drunk a philter, the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus.